Samples First Person: In my dreams, I was still back there on Arakis. OIn the Great Blacony above Arakeen, where prayer's would be given to the people... The hot sun on my skin, the sounds of believers voices lifted, filling the shimmering afternoon air my Brother's holy name. Their facese looking up at me for answers and guidance in this time of strange unrest. My brother's death... it will shake our House or it's very core, and I must be the one to carry his burdens. I alone must take up his mantle, and carry on, for the good of his people, of my people... For the whole Universe now hangs in my hands. I must somehow protect them all, make things right, and just, and fair again. To make every corner to the galaxy hear the holy name of my brother, and be englishtend by them... Inside, I am not sure if I even believe my own words, they feels small and feeble now, against the constant pounding of the waves with in me. Who should be the rock i anchor my own self to if not Paul? I will have no one at all to turn to... execpt- you.
Third Person: "Grandfather!" Alia looked up towards the nondescript ceiling with bright blue eyes, hopeful and questioning. She saw more than others did. In her eyes the ghost of her dead grandfather, the great, fat, Baron Harkonnen appeared in wisps of red. His grin was plastered on his bulbous, sweating face. "Oh, Sweet grand daughter, what trouble have you found us in now?" The Baron's tone was soothing and deep. Alia was on the verge of hysterics, crawling about on the dusty floor on her hands and knees, staring intently at seemingly nothing. But to her, he was really there, more than just a voice in her Spice hazed mind. "I don't know! I woke up and I was here! What is going on!? Surely you can tell me! Tell me! What is going on!? Where am I!?" Alia said, growing increasingly frantic. Her hands clutched at the air as in her mind she reached for his flowing robes. "Peace, child. Peace. Be calm and the answers you need will come to you. Pick your self off the floor. That's no way for the Emperor's Regent to be acting!" Replied the Baron. Putting her hand in his, she got to her feet, and then pressed herself into his blubbery arms, eyes scanning the room from the security of his embrace.To anyone watching, the girl was standing in the middle of the empty room, her robes covered in dust, hugging nothing but empty space. Her long chocolate hair fell freely over her slender shoulders that shook with fear of the unknown. "Duncan! Duncan!!" Her voice was thin, and shaky, bordering on hysterical. "Javid! Irulan! Chani!! PAUL! Paul.... " Her voice faded, as she sunk to her knees, in the dust. Even the vision of Grandfather Vladimir faded away... "I... I need spice...." Wrapping lean arms around herself Alia put her forehead to the ground, and despaired.
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First Person: In my dreams, I was still back there on Arakis. OIn the Great Blacony above Arakeen, where prayer's would be given to the people... The hot sun on my skin, the sounds of believers voices lifted, filling the shimmering afternoon air my Brother's holy name. Their facese looking up at me for answers and guidance in this time of strange unrest. My brother's death... it will shake our House or it's very core, and I must be the one to carry his burdens. I alone must take up his mantle, and carry on, for the good of his people, of my people... For the whole Universe now hangs in my hands. I must somehow protect them all, make things right, and just, and fair again. To make every corner to the galaxy hear the holy name of my brother, and be englishtend by them...
Inside, I am not sure if I even believe my own words, they feels small and feeble now, against the constant pounding of the waves with in me. Who should be the rock i anchor my own self to if not Paul? I will have no one at all to turn to... execpt- you.
Third Person:
"Grandfather!" Alia looked up towards the nondescript ceiling with bright blue eyes, hopeful and questioning. She saw more than others did. In her eyes the ghost of her dead grandfather, the great, fat, Baron Harkonnen appeared in wisps of red. His grin was plastered on his bulbous, sweating face.
"Oh, Sweet grand daughter, what trouble have you found us in now?" The Baron's tone was soothing and deep.
Alia was on the verge of hysterics, crawling about on the dusty floor on her hands and knees, staring intently at seemingly nothing. But to her, he was really there, more than just a voice in her Spice hazed mind.
"I don't know! I woke up and I was here! What is going on!? Surely you can tell me! Tell me! What is going on!? Where am I!?" Alia said, growing increasingly frantic. Her hands clutched at the air as in her mind she reached for his flowing robes.
"Peace, child. Peace. Be calm and the answers you need will come to you. Pick your self off the floor. That's no way for the Emperor's Regent to be acting!" Replied the Baron.
Putting her hand in his, she got to her feet, and then pressed herself into his blubbery arms, eyes scanning the room from the security of his embrace.To anyone watching, the girl was standing in the middle of the empty room, her robes covered in dust, hugging nothing but empty space. Her long chocolate hair fell freely over her slender shoulders that shook with fear of the unknown.
"Duncan! Duncan!!" Her voice was thin, and shaky, bordering on hysterical. "Javid! Irulan! Chani!! PAUL! Paul.... " Her voice faded, as she sunk to her knees, in the dust. Even the vision of Grandfather Vladimir faded away...
"I... I need spice...." Wrapping lean arms around herself Alia put her forehead to the ground, and despaired.