Elzo had a title and with it, came a large weight of responsibility. What was that title? Fiancé. He had asked the woman he loved to spend the rest of her life with him, and she had said yes. It hadn’t been romantic as they had wanted, it had never been perfect, but it was perfect for them. All they had struggled with, fought for, cried for, suffered for, they now had each other, and it was perfect in it’s own way. Well, semi-perfect as only half of his promise he’d managed to keep. They now had forever but the world where they could be together…not so much. The earth had the constant battle of senshi and negaverse. Until the nesgaverse was gone, the world he’d promised would never exist, much less a world he wanted to raise his children in.
Uh, that was…if he had them. With Daphne. Which he did want. Kind of. A lot. (Elzo would tease her about the idea, but he wanted that. He wanted to have children, to have a home. To live that American dream. A normal life, a normal family, a wife and sons and daughters and all the mundane things he’d seen other children have growing up.) How could he give her a world when the one he’d been born on, raise on, was full of war?

It had been shockingly simple. He had what he’d wanted but for so long just had never known. He had a world. In fact, he was prince of that world. He was the Prince and senshi of Castor, So far from earth no one from the forces of Chaos could touch him, find him. His star was devoid of human life, true enough, but it had once thrived. The buildings and artifacts had survived under the frozen ice for centuries, preserved better than he could have dreamt. Furs, tapestries, dried meats, sealed jars of fruits and veggies, gains. All had survived..to a point. He wasn’t about to try and eat the food, but the clothes and furs? Fair game. The gardens had gone wild, but they still were producing fruits and vegetables. Beasts he could recall from memories still ran out in the hills and fish still swam in the rivers and in the seas.

He knew some of them by name, others, he just knew to avoid. One fruit he recalled the most sweetest of juices, bright orange nectar tasting like honey. Not a second after finding the tree did he recall the fact it stained something terrible, his white fuku a sticky bright mess.

The one beast he watched often were the wild beetles. Castorian beetles. Hellish, violent, deadly. He saw them and would feel a thrum inside of him. Fight one. Kill it. Victory and glory and honor- and that was his past. His past self had been the one to maneuver the creature into a position where he had been able to attack the soft underbelly, where the shell was weakest. His past self was the one with the experience. Castor now didn’t grow up to be the venerated champion of his people. He’d just grown up as Elzo Xanis.

But…That night he went to the castle and let the memories wash over him. His happiest memories were here. His saddest as well. The balcony he’d use to address the people, the secret spot in the ballroom where he’d made attempts to seduce the woman who he desired as his wife, one who rejected him endlessly. The room where his men had talked of the next war, of the battle. His throne, and the one on it’s right. Crowns missing. The chapel, where he said his vows and ascended. Where he’d taken Lina Knight as his wife. His Consort. His Princess. His forever. His bedroom, where images of her danced in him mind, mirrored by the memories of trying to find her there only to discover she’d gone ahead to face the enemy. Only one door had been locked and needed to be broken open.
The nursery. Toys of his past childhood…and his past’s intended future.
Pangs of sorrow and the door was slammed shut.

Stepping into his room, he looked out, the field of daisies he’d had planted for her now in bloom again. Bright blue petals glittering like gems in the fading light. This was his world, free of darkness. Picking up a broken hand mirror, Castor made a decision. He’d failed to keep his promise of a world where they could be together once…but he had a world now. All he needed to do was rebuild it.
And he would, each day he’s put a little bit of his world back together. Repair what was broken, replace that was lost. Tonight, the return to the castle, the return to the past had been the first step. Tomorrow he’d fix the gate in the general’s villa. After that the doors. Each day he’d repair and replace. Castor was going to rebuild his world.

Castor could not replace his people, he could not bring them back. But he could someday, have home.
A home, for both himself…and whoever else he wanted to share it with.