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It had been four years since the night Arrakis had received the blade that dangled from his hip. Four years he had had only one element of purpose in his life. He knew somewhere in the world Mistral finally had peace, and somewhere else in the world a new soul would someday be brought into chaos. He was nothing but a state of limbo, a conduit between the destiny of two souls.
For four years he had sought the next in line to inherit the sword, with the blade itself being his only compass. In his quest he lost all semblance of a life. He did not need respite or companionship. His only desire, his only driving force, was to find the blade's place. And now it had lead him to what seemed the most unlikely of places. The city of Athkatla, the capital of Amn.
With every word Deiter said the more Chani felt she had betrayed him. The thought of redemption seemed so far away. Of course he saw nothing to forgive. He didn't know. He didn't know anything. He just wanted to come home to his lady love. He didn't know she hadn't been staring into every sunset waiting for his return. Could she pretend that she had, for his sake?
Maybe his suggestion was worth a shot. She needed to get away from here. Where was she even going, though? Ravenwood? Why? A place with so much history certainly wouldn't help her start afresh. She needed someplace new. Far away from anywhere she'd ever called home.
Looking Deiter straight in the eyes she said plainly, "Get me out of here."
[ 06-30-2006, 02:21 AM: Message edited by: Killing Spree ]
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