BEEP BEEP BEEP
I threw a kindjal at my alarm clock.
“Paul! Get your prophetical ass downstairs!” my Reverend Mother yelled. I looked into the mirror to see my blue orbs staring at me. I put my natural dark curls into a messy bun. I threw on a stealthsuit and my favorite hoodie. I went downstairs to see my mother, surrounded by a group of fanatical followers with a bottle of water of life in her hands.
“Listen up! We needed to settle the spice melange crisis, so I sold you. Your new owners will arrive any minute”.
“You can’t do that! You are an awful mother!” She shrugged a took a swig of the water of life.
“That’s the Way, Paul, and I love being a fanatical ruler more than I love you. Actually, could’ve skipped whole being a concubine thing”
“That’s not the Way, it’s an anachronistic reference, you bitch!” I stormed out in the desert, but when I opened the door I saw one bald boy blocking the way. What was that thing called? His black orbs stared at me as he bared his black teeth.
“I think you are trying to say Golden Path” he said, grinning “But in this timeline it would also be anachronistic”
“As it is written!” Stilgar shreiked “He is being sold to One Direction!”


