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The Last Sandworm

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This story is No. 3 in the series "The Slayers of Dune Book I". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Events force the Slayers of Dune to come to terms with their true nature.

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Literature > Sci-Fi > DunenedwardsFR132627,58322911,64026 May 0922 Aug 09Yes

chapter 26

All characters from the Dune Universe are property of the Frank Herbert Estate. All characters from the Buffyverse are Property of Joss Whedon. Everything else belongs to me.







"My uncle Malky use to say that love was a bad bargain because you get no guarantees."
"Your uncle Malky was a smart wise man."
"He was stupid! Love needs no guarantees."


Hwi Noree and Duncan Idaho
“The God Emperor of Dune”









Epilogue:

One Week later.

Surayya was back aboard the “Memories of Dawn”.

Her flagship as well as the rest of the slayer fleet had returned to Arrakis. They had come looking for Swanson but instead had found the remains of thousands of Fish Speaker ships and three slayers aboard “Her Graceful Measure”.

Fleet commander Guerrero welcomed them aboard with open arms. Hundreds of old friends who thought Surayya and company were dead spent days celebrating their return. Guerrero was shocked when Surayya resigned her commission. Motorria followed then Lisa.

“We’ve changed.” Surayya told them. “We’re no longer Leto’s Slayers. Our lives have a new purpose. We are now the servants of a living god.” The Slayers understood. There was something about Arrakis that changed people.

“There is a Reverend Mother Basara you should contact.” Surayya told Guerrero during her debriefing. “We’ve come to an understanding. The Bene Gesserit will bother us no more.”

Surayya looked past her former executive officer and out of the viewport to the brown planet below. It had been a week since Illyria and The Destroyer had joined with the God-Worm. They were the three-in-one now, a holy trinity that lived beneath the sands. Surayya felt the first faint stirrings of religious faith. She remembered the Destroyer and understood where such impulses came from.

“I have met my god.” She thought to herself. That thought left her awed. She remembered Muad’Dib’s last words to her.

“Everything in the Universe is Holy because creation itself is a divine act. But the divine cannot tell us who we are. We have to discover that for ourselves. Accepting our true nature is the last act of creation.”

Paul said this to her while they stood on a hill inside “Her Graceful Measure”. Surayya hugged him tightly as he faded into nothing. The Slayers had released him back into time.

“Funny, I always thought I was shorter.” The memory of Paul within said.


That evening Surayya visited Motorria in her quarters. Motorria wore a simple one piece black aba robe. Her pregnancy was showing. Motorria rubbed her belly as she sang to the baby.

“How is he?” Surayya asked

Motorria smiled. “He is beautiful.” She said. “He is in all of my dreams.”



The God-Worm had ordered Motorria to extract DNA from both Buffy and Muad’Dib while they were aboard “Her Graceful Measure”. That was the real reason The First Slayer had pulled both Buffy and Muad’Dib out of time. She needed the flesh.

Motorria extracted the DNA when she held both of their hands and sent the warm pulse of magic through them. Neither Motorria nor Surayya understood why the God-Worm had ordered the pregnancy. They understood only one thing. Leto’s breeding program was back. Lisa joined the other two slayers in Motorria’s quarters and together they sat and planned the future.






END



NOTES:

Hi Everyone!

It's been a long strange trip.

The Slayers of Dune series is now finished.

The story basically wrote itself. I just happen to be the humble conduit for it's entrance into the world.

So now maybe Surayya will stop poking me with her scythe and let me get some sleep.

I'll be spending the next few weeks cleaning up grammatical errors and such and tweaking the story but basically this is it.

I want to thank everyone who stood by me since the beginning so many thousands of words ago.

McSpender, ShadowCub and Soulfulone you rock!


Norman
Peace Out

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