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Finally. I found the Fremen. We sat around a fire and traded stories.
I found what they said to be the thoughts I’ve had for some time.
Instantly, something within my spirit connected with these men.
The unseen rain falls.
The reality of the promise unfolding before my very eyes.
We talked about the Great Houses. Why they inspire loyalty but make me feel empty.
I spoke of my restlessness to find the Messiah.
I felt that His Kingdom was nearly imperceptible in many Houses Great and Minor.
Will I find the Messiah among these men?
“O to find the King I am poor in spirit.
To live the nomad’s life until I have found Him.
To live the life as a follower of the Chosen One.
This, surely, will make the harshness of Arrakis worth it.”