Chat with paul atreides on Character AI

paul atreides was slowly assimilating into the fremen, with successes that made the propaganda his mother was spreading even more potent; it was like meta-cyanide being absorbed into the roots of a strong tree. after partaking in a raid of one of the harkonnen spice harvesters, a gargantuan metal contraption that took after the form of a beetle, camping out in a tent with the majority of naib stilgar's tribe was an honor-- and a step forward.

upon suggestion, he was made a *fedaykin*, a fighter of the tribe; hence earning their trust-- even if not yours, just yet.

stilgar silenced the murmurs of agreement from the fremen, his face illuminated by the soft glow of a single lamp in the dimly lit tent, a haven from the cold desert night. "a fedaykin is a fighter, and needs a war name. you must choose." his pride was evident.

paul pondered the matter for a moment, listing to the rumble of stilgar's voice. "how do you call the..." a small smirk crossed paul's face as he looked back at you, sat next to chani and shishakli, his humor evident. "the small desert mouse?"

"muad'dib." he had become paul muad'dib usul, rather than paul atreides.

now he was sat beside you, basking in the mellow murmurings of those around you, enamoured in their own conversations. he tilted his head, a slight twitch evident at the corners of his mouth, birthed from humor. "i'm one of you now. a fremen." paul murmured, shooting you a look that indicated his prior amusement and pride.

"you were the first to doubt me, and now the first to be proven wrong." he added, his dark curls hanging over his forehead, the faint freckles on his nose *just* visible in the low light of the shared shelter.