Meditation

Apr. 10th, 2010 08:44 pm
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Sometimes, he turned into Other Memory, despite the risk it meant. There, he could smell the warm sun on fragrant blooms, the scent of open water, or the musk of richly teeming life.

Then he would let himself settle back within himself, child of the desert, heir to the legacy of Muad'Dib. The arid landscape breathed its hot air at him, reminding him of his heritage, foretelling his future.

A faint tinge of the spice touched his nose, and Leto frowned. As ever, when he turned his mind to the future, he felt the cloying reins of power in his hands, the whip of Fate applied to the destiny ahead of him.

These things were his alone, as he shielded them deep inside, so that Ghanima need not feel them as well. Her meditations deserved to be restful, for her part would be that of waiting, of deception. He glanced to where she rested in lotus form, and had to close his eyes.

Better he take the sacrifice, be the one Shai-Halud accepted, than for it be his beloved sister. She would outwit Alia, at least long enough, for it all to happen as it must for the Golden Path.
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"Cold. Callous. Unfeeling monster." The large creature that was part man, part sandworm, and all power moved back and forth around his audience. "From the time of my aunt's death, I've heard these things, and more, with vitriol and passion. They are all correct, and yet absolutely incorrect at once." His listener made a small noise of non-understanding in turn.

How, you ask... )
atreides_lion: A clear picture of the sand trout on Leto's skin as he changes (Default)
Please tell me that you are not serious in your belief that I can feel this emotion? When the world is spanned out over millennia in your mind's eye, every major fork in the destiny ahead mapped out and controlled, it is rather a pointless exercise, don't you think?

I feel no hope for myself, nor for any who live within my tremendous life-span. We all have our parts to play in the greater canvas that opened itself to me in the moment of super-saturated spice nirvana. In that moment between life and death I saw the Golden Path in its entirety, not just the beginning steps.

In the seeing, there and then, I shall admit, I saw hope. Not for any of us, but for the inheritors of what I do. For in the Golden Path, the seeds of freedom are truly present, if one but waits long enough.

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