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The flower of Caladan : Chapter one
Fear, soul sickening fear was the first emotion Hellen ever felt. Then the love of her brother and, in time, as they grew inside their mother's womb, her mother's love as well. For both herself and her brother.Spice is what bends time and space, it is what feeds the mutations desired when creating the bloodlines nurtured or pruned by the Bene Gesserit. Lady Jessica’s love for her children was the only thing greater than the love she had for their father.Because of the existence of such fear, of love so powerful, powerful enough to will time and space be bent, it was. Lady Jessica carried two children, a male as it might have been, but first a female. A daughter to perhaps strengthen the bridge, to support the bend.
Three years ago
A 12 year old female child was called away from where she and her brother had been playing in the space portal's artificial garden.
She is brought before the Mother Superior to be evaluated by her. Her mother had not felt such fear since the first weeks following the birth of her daughter.
“Did your mother tell you who I am?”
“Yes honored Mother.” The female child spoke in the ancient language. The mother had clearly already dedicated much energy into her training. So the Mother Superior decided to accelerate the trails. Speaking with the voice, she commanded-
"Come, stand before me child"
“Forgive me honored Mother- I already stand before you, how much closer would you wish me to come?”
The female child was seemingly unaffected by the powerful hypnotic control her elder commanded over all that had stood before the Mother Superior for over half her lifetime. When she recovered from the shock of the female child's mental strength she answered. Pouring nearly all her strength into the command
"Kneel within my reach"
The female child walked closer but did not kneel, standing far enough away that her elder would have to stand and lean forward to touch her.
“Your mother told you to obey me child.”
“And to defend myself should you test my physical strength, forgive me, I do not know what test I am to face.”
“How long has your mother prepared you for the trials?”
“Trials? My mother teaches me, the only trail I know is life”
Answer my question and speak the truth
The Mother Superior demanded with the voice as well as inside the female child's mind.The beginnings of a snarl froze on the elder woman's face, the voice caught in her throat when the child smirked before answering telepathically.
Fear, the mind killer, the little death…it was your gift to me, sister of sisters, mother of mothers, my birthright, the reason I was created. Yet, love, love is why I have survived, why it walks beside me, why it is my pet and not my master. All of this was your doing, the work of the mother of mothers, of mothers of many. You will choose by your actions what mercy there is for you.
The female child had walked forward and placed her hand in the box, before mentally releasing the woman sitting before her. As soon as the dart was held to her neck, tears freely spilled from the female child's hypnotic eyes. The box shook as the pain she felt echoed back into the Mother Superior’s own mind and physical form. The female child’s head jerked back slightly, and the pain retreated back into the female child's body. “Apologies honored Mother” The child's lips moved without sound, the words projected into the elder woman's mind. But she still felt the the female child's contempt seeping into her.
Are you an abomination? Have you and your mother stolen what is most sacred?
Blood began to seep from the female child's nose and ears as the Mother Superior tore into the child's mind as best she could. Her power slipped within the female child's mind. On the horizon before them a desert met an ocean. No longer a child, a woman, matured, her power realized to its fullest. The woman turned to show her pregnant belly.
“...You ask what I am? I am tired…” the expectant mother said with a small laugh. “The bridge is heavy, and Abu 'd Dhur grip is weak, for the door is closed. One of many futures from before us. The door between what is now, and that which will be must stay shut to keep all from converging. Your sight is short, your story written a thousand times over. Be content in the knowledge that your actions do one day forge Abu ‘d Dhur from the heat of the Arrakis.”