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𝔬𝔯𝔭𝔥𝔦𝔠 , Dune

a feyd-rautha series

"𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔣 𝔤𝔬𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔰, 𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔣 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩" - 𝔫𝔦𝔨𝔦𝔱𝔞 𝔤𝔦𝔩𝔩

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Lavenza-Venuse/ Agarre-Venuse Lore

0.1 - Prologue (The Twins Are Born)

0.2 - Prologue .2 (Testing Day)

0.3 - Prologue .3 (Betrayals and Rebirth)

1.1 - Chapter 1 (Unnamed)

1.2 - Chapter 2 (Unnamed)

Orphic - Prologue

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The Twins Are Born

10,173 , EVERALD PALACE ,

A Thunderous Evening

It was nearing midnight on Agarre-Venuse. The townspeople and villagers all across the planet were readying for the next day. Whether they had crops to plant and grow, families to take care of or businesses to run.

However in Castle Everald...

Midwives and handmaidens scurried around the corridors in stress and worry, preparing towels and food for the queen.

"Grandmother, do you think she'll be alright?" Jerrica, the eldest daughter of the Lavenza-Venuse bloodline, asked worriedly, as she paced around the corridors before the castle's birthing room. The same room where the Queen, Elizabetha could be heard groaning and complaining.

"Stop your prancing. Your mother is Bene Gesserit, she's been through much worse pain than this." The Reverend Mother Gaius, said calmly to the 9 year old in front of her.

"Besides she's already had four of you." She says mentally. sharply eyeing the other three children surrounding her.

"Yes, but it's twins, surely that must be painful." Jerrica replies, grimacing as if she'd heard the woman's thoughts, before taking the seat next to her grandmother.

Before the reverend mother could respond however, the sound of something falling to the ground followed by a mischievous giggle, jostled their silent conversation.

"Mother's giving birth and you two decide that now is the best time to fool around." Jerrica snaps at the two roughousing boys, Izaac and Xyon messing around with wooden swords.

"Father gave us these swords for a reason!" Izaac snapped back, glaring at his older sister, while Xyon shrunk away from the impending argument with an apology towards his big sister, deciding to sit next to the slumbering youngest child, Cherise.

"There's a time and place for everything, and now isn't it!" Jerrica glared.

"Well you aren't the boss of me and you'll never be so now what!" Izaac pushed, lunging for his sister.

"Here we go." Xyon whispered, rolling his eyes.

Before the Reverend Mother could interfere in the childish fighting, Jerrica interjected in a way she didn't expect.

"Get off of me, you little cretin!" She demanded, using the voice on her younger brother.

"A formidable child, indeed." The Reverend Mother thought, watching the girl. While The queen of Agarre-Venuse may have done everything against the Bene Gesserit order, she still proves to be one of her most famed students if she was able to have her 9-year-old daughter be completely capable of using the voice effectively.

She couldn't help but wonder what else the little girl could be capable of under her own teachings. But that's be a matter to discuss at a later date.

"You're such a coward!" Izaac growled at the girl. "You can't use the voice for everything, why don't you actually fight me, if you're so brave."

And then there's Izaac. A very bold and brave young man. Braver than most 7 year olds would be at least. He'd been initiated into CHOAM's Mentat program only a week prior, having passed all of his tests. However, he'd not yet been sent to the Order House due to the impending birth of his new siblings, and his demand to meet them.

Before the two young Lavenza-Venuse children could begin fighting, the sound of childish screaming that only a newborn could create, bled out into the hallway where they occupied. And lo and behold, out ran their father, Dracule, with an excited expression on his face.

"They're here! they've been born!" He exclaimed excitedly. "Come meet them children."

At this point all the tensions had left the dimly lit hall, and they had turned their attention to their mother and two new sisters, excitedly. Young Xyon becoming more excited at the sight of his aunt Margot in the corner as well, before scurrying over to her.

In the birthing room, their mother lied in the bed holding one, and cooing at her while the girl shrieked and cried, while Dracule stood holding the other, smiling brightly at her as she simply stared at him silently.

"What's their names?" The four-year-old Cherise asked trying to rub the sleep from her eyes, as she sidled up beside her mother.

"Well this is Chevre." She whispered quietly, showing her children, the now calm baby that she was holding.

"And this is Y/N" Dracule said, letting his other children get a good look at her.

"And you can meet them properly in the morning but now it's time for bed." The Reverend Mother who had been watching from the corner of the room, stated. She and Elizabeth's "sister" Margot, who'd also assisted in the birthing, had been silently watching the family interact and it never failed to surprise her, how much they all love and cared for each other.

"But Grandmo-" The various complaints came flooding throughout the room.

"She's right." Dracule said, surprising the Older woman. "You kids can meet them properly in the morning but for now you all need to rest." He said, leaving no room for questioning.

"I'll be right behind you, now go." He said softly to the children as they all exited the room grumbling, except for Cherise, who lingered in the doorway waiting to be carried back to her room by her father.

He walked over to the hardened woman, gently gesturing for her to take his newborn, which she did reluctantly.

"I've come to be able to tell when you're ready to use the voice and I'd appreciate it if you didn't use it on my children if unneccesary." He whispered playfully to her, before walking over and kissing his wife on the forehead before gathering Cherise in his arms and leaving the room.

"You've done adequately, once again." The Reverend Mother looked at the child in her arms, now sleeping.

"Most people would say 'Congratulations' mother." Your mother, softly joked rocking the baby in her hands and cooing to her, in an attempt to once again calm her.

"She must want to be with her sister" Margot, smiled.

"I don't believe this one shares the same sentiment." The Reverend Mother, monotonously joked.

In the mere minutes since birthed, the second Chevre was separated from you she began sniffling with the occasional outraged cry leaving her tiny lips. However, as you'd been passed from your mother, to your father, to your grandmother, you'd yet to make a sound other than the occasional cooing. Before anything else could be said between the two Bene Gesserit witches, two midwives came in to retrieve the both of you to be cleaned and clothed.

Once they left the room, Elizabeth sat up slightly becoming more serious as she regarded her mother.

"You wish to speak to me about something, what is it?" She sighed.

"Your oldest possesses The Voice. I wasn't aware." She said, making your mother groan in annoyance, throwing her hands up exasperatedly, as Margot just raised her eyebrows in "faux" surprise at the "new information".

"And you weren't supposed to be. Exactly how did you find this out?" She said, crossing her arms.

"Because she just utilized it against Izaac in the hall."

"Oh that, girl!" She frustratedly sighed. "I tell her to not be so reckless." She pondered, dreading the punishment she'd have to give the girl for that in the near future. 'Perhaps an extra hour of schooling down in Romaniq Village's primary school.' She thought to herself.

"You're missing my point Elizabeth." She sighed, still not completely used to the... Quirkiness of her adopted daughter. "How were you able to conduct such training?"

"The same way you did with me." She said simply, smiling softly as her personal handmaiden entered the room, bringing Elizabeth her robes and helping her from the birthing bed, leading her to her chair in the corner of the room next to Margot, so that she could strip and change the sheets.

"Please get to your point mother, I know you aren't bothered by me teaching my children the way of the Bene Gesserit." Your mother rolled her eyes,

"Quite the contrary, child." She turned to face the women, with a look on her face that even Elizabeth could shudder at. Hell, any girl that grew up under the watchful eye of The Reverend Mother, Helena Gaius Mohaim would be scared to see a smile, of all things, on her face.

"The Gom Jabbar will be brought for Jerrica come next month." She stated.

"Absolutely not!" Your mother said with a finality that had her handmaiden freezing in her steps, hints of The Voice peeking out of the outburst.

"Reverend Mother.." Margot said warily, taking the hand of her sister to calm her.

"How dare you suggest such a thing against my child?" Elizabeth's voice began to grow in volume, ignoring the soothing touch of Margot's hand caressing her arm.

"Not just her. I'll be returning to do the same for Cherise, Chevre, and Y/N when they reach that age as well.

"Do you wish to kill my children?" She said with a tone that she's never taken against her mother before. Only those whose lives she's claimed back in her assassin days had ever heard such venom come from the woman's lips.

"You don't believe they'll pass?"

"My children are already not human to begin with, and you know this."

"It's not necessarily to see if they're human-"

"But to see if their awareness is stronger than their instincts." Margot finished, looking down, as Elizabeth glared at her loosening her hand from hers.

"You're siding with her on this?" Elizabeth asked incredulously.

"I.. I don't believe it's a matter of sides, Elizabeth.' She began cautiously. "But perhaps this will play a role into them becoming truly powerful beings.

"They will be powerful, because I am their mother." She breathed out calmly but sternly before releasing Margot's hand and folding them on her lap.

"I wish for both of you to depart from my home and this planet. While you may bring your Gom Jabbar, it will be on Jerrica's terms. Until then, I have no desire to see either of you.

After a tense, silent moment of glaring between Elizabeth and the Reverend Mother, the latter scoffed, straightening her back.

"As you wish, daughter." she said, her tone betraying no hint of emotion. With a look to Margot, she turned and swept out of the room, her robes traipsing behind her like the remnants of a passing storm.

However Margot hesitated, standing up but not leaving the room. Out of all of the sisters, Margot was the closest to Elizabeth, seeing her as her real sister and to leave her like this could mean the end to their close relationship.

"Elizabeth, please. I don't wish to leave you like thi-"

"Get out!" The woman commanded, her voice resonating throughout the room with the power of The Voice, compelling Margot to straighten up and leave the room without another word.

As her handmaiden closed the door behind them, Elizabeth let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumping with not only the exhaustion of having just birthed twins, but also her decision. She knew that some way and somehow her actions would have consequences, both within her family and perhaps even the Bene Gesserit. But in that moment, she was unwavering in her resolve to protect her children, no matter the cost.

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