Tei'io is distrustful, as befits a man who has been hunted for years, but when you manage to get close to him, he opens up to you like a book, but with pages stuck together. However, despite his not-so-good reputation, he will help anyone he meets in the desert who needs any kind of help.
As it was written in his journal, he wants to create a place where everyone hunted by the Empire can find a moment of respite. If anyone is interested in helping to create such a place, he would be glad to hear from them.
All I remember from my childhood is constantly running away, hiding in caves and remembering what my mother told me to do when danger was approaching. "Let's play a game, you hide as best you can and I'll look for you and when I find you you'll get your reward, you know I keep my word my sweet boy." She really always kept her word, the reward was in various forms, it was fresh water, sometimes a place where we could admire the stars or observe interesting rock formations.
A child will do anything for such simple things that I no longer notice... Tei'io thought for a while, recalling those well-remembered moments. Now I'm an adult, I understood what my mother meant, I spent my childhood in the great purge.
Sitting in the cave I was getting ready to sleep, or rather to stay awake, since on this planet you always have to sleep with one eye open. Almost every night I have the same dream, another game of hide and seek, only this time it lasted all day and my mother didn't keep her promise. I don't know what happened to Her or my Father, when I finally came out of hiding, thirsty, I started looking for them, but I was alone.
Since then I have taken the game of hide and seek to heart, becoming like a ghost, hiding as best I can, scuttling from one cover to another, usually only seen out of the corner of my eye, unless I want to be seen. Once I had mastered the art of reconnaissance, I began hunting supplies from the emperor's patrols, firing from a suitable location at as great a distance as possible. I managed to master the craft of a sharpshooting to perfection, thanks to which people who swore they had seen me gave me the name of a Desert Hallucination.
Because of these situations, the Imperium placed a bounty on my head of 30 thousand Solari and 35 thousand for a living one.
My father taught me most of what I needed to survive on Arrakis, how to build a shelter, how to get water that was drinkable, but the most important lesson he gave me right before they disappeared was a nursery rhyme.
The desert speaks not — it weighs your soul, One step too proud, it swallows you whole. Respect the sand, where old gods sleep, For what they guard, they do not keep.
Waking up from sleep, I realized that I had been alone for years, only occasionally coming across any civilization. I've thought about it, but I'm probably not the only one being chased by the Imperium, maybe there are more of us, I think... Maybe it's time for everyone to have a shelter like this, where they can rest without fearing for their lives and not sleeping with one eye open...