SON OF DUNE

As Krelln matured, he faced relentless mockery for the uniqueness of his eyes, which stood out among the blue-eyed Fremen. Yet, he remained steadfast, his wisdom surpassing his years and his influence over the other children unwavering. He would often entice them with his extraordinary ability to conjure food, a skill that set him apart. 

The food he offered was unlike anything in their world. He possessed a unique ability he referred to as 'inventory' with a simple gesture; a whole meal would materialize in his hands. Sometimes, he would distribute portion bars to the children. Naturally, many reported his actions to the older Fremen, but only a select few believed the children. Those who doubted Krelln would often confront him, only to find their searches fruitless. 

Despite his tender age of five, Krelln was no ordinary child. He was a warrior, capable of besting all the Fremen children around him. His strength instilled fear in many, yet the girls were captivated by his prowess. His movements were swift, and his blade work was a marvel. However, to a seasoned warrior, his techniques were predictable and easily countered.

The older members of the community had noticed the young boy's potential. However, they were not happy about it and refrained from taking any action against him because his mother, Lokam, and father, Rohan, held significant positions in the community. This delicate balance of power and fear kept the community on edge, unsure of how to handle the young prodigy.

Lokam and Rohan were both skilled warriors, and it appeared the boy was absorbing their training like a sponge. Many tried to provoke him, but he always outsmarted them.

Over time, many of the boys in Krelln's company grew to accept him and even began to trust him. At times, they would leave his company feeling well-fed and quenched. Krelln instructed them to keep quiet about their interactions with him, and they obeyed. They did not speak of the things that happened during their time together.

The truth was invisible to those who lacked insight. Many of those who came to him were orphans, the children of Fremen Fighters who were abandoned and left to die in the caves. But word spread amongst them of the one they called 'Blood Worm'.

Krelln was amassing power. He was a five-year-old boy who made those older than him obey, and his right-hand man was a man known as Jamis. The man had dark skin like leather and hair like that of a black sheep. His eyes were blue like the sea, not that any Fremen had seen such a thing. 

Krellen had started small, but after months of filling the bellies of orphans, he had over 1,000 children following him as their leader. Not many knew who fed them, but they called him Blood Worm.

Krelln was known to wear a scarf with a red hawk centered in the middle of a green field. This was the Flag of House Atreides; he had always known that he was reincarnated in the world of Dune.

At times, he would practice with the children, but this was less for him and more for the children. Slowly but surely, he was creating an Elite army of warriors that surpassed the current Fremen. 

The Fremen were known to be the best warriors in the Galaxy, aside from the Sardaukar. Who are the Emperor's army.

Krelln knew the Danger of this world and wanted to create something of himself. When he died, he was told that he was to be sent to the world of Dune. He was sent to a void and only had three wishes. He chose an inventory that had food and materials to build things. He also had fresh water that was the size of an ocean. 

Another thing was his fast comprehension of things; it was close to instant mastery, but all he needed to do was look at your fighting, play it in his mind, and practice for a few days, and he would be as skilled as you. 

Last but not least, Spotify, where all the music in the world is downloaded. All he had to say was the song's name, and it would play in his head. 

Every day was the same; the boy would train, eat, and sleep. Five years passed, and his father was challenged for his position as an elder.

But the Young Krelln had no idea of the situation in the caves; instead, he was outside among his peers. He was to be tested today.

 He was outside with his Mother, Lokam. The Fremen had personal stillsuits made for them when they joined the army, but Krelln decided to make one for himself using the materials in the inventory.

 It was crimson red, and he wore a cloak around it. On the back was the flag of House Atreides. The small blanket the midwife Janet placed on him minutes before he vanished. At the very bottom, it said, " Here I am. Here I remain." 

His hair was long, reaching down to his nape. Behind his ear, he embedded an attachment in his skin. It was a small black mark like a birthmark. His finger touched the mark, and at once, a mask unfolded. It was the mask of Star-Lord from the Guardians of the Galaxy.

The Mask had red eyes that showed calculations and provided him with water from his stillsuit. he did not have a nose filt like the rest of the Fremen. He rather not show his face anymore. The mask was an intimidation tactic, and it worked. 

Not many dared underestimate him anymore. The boys' strength was stronger than most. Even if he was ten, he was a ten-year-old. Who had defeated many Fremen warriors who had been in countless battles since the invasion of the Harkonans

He remembered the time he showed his parents the mask. It disgusted them, but he said it made him look cool. His old man saw no qualms in this action. He wanted one just like it, but he didn't want to ask too much from the boy.

Krelln stood atop a dune with his mask on. He had a small black circular thumper—a smaller but much more effective one. He had created this custom thumper after destroying an old one and trying to improve the technology. 

He placed it on the Desert Ground. A small jolt was sent underground. It sounded like bacon on the pan; the sizzling sound was what you could hear above ground; however, underground, it was like a sonic wave calling the biggest and the mightiest of the Sandworms or, as others call them, Shai-Hulud.

Lokam watched from the side, her eyes nearly closed; she had not long to live; she could wait no more in this mortal world she was being called, but she said to wait to the Ancestors.

Let me see him. Let me see the Shai-Hulud acknowledge him

In the far-off distance, a tremble was made, and then dust began to pick up; the Shai-Hulud was coming, Lakom said in Chokbsa, "krelln bu katta bo'lgan siz uni minishingiz mumkin?"

(Krelln, that is a big one. Can you ride it?)

He did not respond to her. His mask calculated the best course of action and the steps he needed to ride the Shai-Hulud. Lokam looked at her son and knew he was in a state where everything in the outside world was blank.

In his two hands, he held two hooks; he sprang his arms forward violently to release them, and they popped out. The sandworm's movement made the sand begin to act like quicksand. 

Krelln watched as the sand quivered ahead of him. He fixed his gaze on the approaching wave, and a smirk played on his lips. The wave was fast, but Krelln was faster. He quickly climbed the dune and leaped onto the back of the Shai-Hulud. A cloud of dust rose, obscuring the scene, but soon enough, it came down, revealing Krelln riding the giant sandworm as it sped across the desert.

The boy had done what they thought impossible he called one of the ancient Shai-Hulud. 

Lokam gazed into the distance and settled down in the desert. She drew out her crysknife, a weapon that had slain numerous foes. She wished to give it to Krelln as her final present when the boy returned. She knew it was time to part with her trusty blade as she watched the boy riding the Shai-Hulud in the far-off dunes.

But the Ancestors did not give her more time in the mortal world. It was time. Closing her eyes and breathing her last Lokam the fierce was gone. 

Far away in the distance, Krelln was listening.' The boat I row' by Tame Impala 

He didn't worry about the Harkonnens in the south. They believed this land was uninhabited since there were many storms and sandworms in the southern region of Arrakis.

Time passed, and the sandworm began to sink, but Krelln put a small tracker on it before submerging in the desert. 

An hour later, he reached where his Mother was, but he saw she was surrounded by many of the Fremen warriors who had come with her. A pit grew in his stomach, and he ran to her, pushing everyone away. 

In the middle, a body was covered by a cloak, her cloak. he removed the top cover and he saw it was her, he hugged her and held her head, he whispered in her ear "men shu yerdaman men shu yerdaman." (I'm here, I'm here.)