He came back, and this time, he wasn’t pissing his pants in fear. He wanted to be away from it all, and now, as the bone chilling air of his world enclosed him, Pollux welcomed it. Destiny was more then miles away, it was worlds away, and Pollux had little plans to return anytime soon. He needed clear thought, the revelation hanging heavy on his mind. His brother wasn’t his brother. Not completely anyway. Cousin and half brother. Both yet…neither. Marlo Xanis’s family had been a lie from birth, an elaborate lie. The mechanisms that he thought were real just fabrications, illusions orchestrated by a man who was step father, uncle, and his worst enemy, all at once. Giovanni Xanis had done just what Elzo said, he’d ruined all their lives just to have his own. To live in his world. What ate the most at Marlo was the fact he’d wanted to be a part of that world for so long. To be acknowledged as a son..to a man who wasn’t his father. It hurt, and in many ways Marlo wanted to unleash his anger at that man who had played him like a puppet, using him to manipulate his mother, his father, his half-brother.

Marlo wanted it to make sense. He wanted it to be a joke. But the papers didn’t lie. And Elzo wasn’t hiding it, his eyes had always been readable to him, ever since they had been children. When Elzo had told him of what he was, what they were, he’d known it was the truth. Elzo had lied none the less. A lie on a lie for years. Walking on the plane of Ice, Pollux didn’t notice as he reach the end, jagged spiked of froze water leading up to what appeared to be a set of-

Stairs. Stone, carved from a mountain side, ice covering them. He’d walked across a port, in from the ocean. It was clear as he reached the top and looked out. He’d been in the open ocean, and had in a way just reached the port. The harbor of his home. His world. How fitting, that only when his family on the world he’d been reborn on must be lost that he return to the place of his senshi home, his past birthplace.

Feet carried him up the steps, and towards the castle, it’s black and dark crystalline spires reaching into the pale white sky. Snow fell, and yet he didn’t feel cold. Not yet. A small entrance into the castle. He felt mindless. Whispers of the past echoed in his mind. A seat of red, time seeming to have not touched the room he found himself in. The fur fleck with ice, unmoved. His mind said it all should have crumbled, but this was lingering magics. Magic from a time, from his world before it had been lost to him. Wrapping himself in the furs, he sat in the chair. Tired, he looked out at the room and guessed were he sat. His seat, the seat of the senshi of frost. The seat of the Warlord. A whisper in his ear. The voice of a man, a man he should know but didn’t. A simple greeting that had been repeated to him countless times to him in another life. The words were a memory, echoed from the past.

“Welcome back, Lord Pollux.”