The winds were as cold as he remembered them. His brother stood looming out the balcony of his castle, waiting for him to catch up. Silence lingered the air. The only sound in the distance the roar of the natural waterfall echoed, steam rising. It was the end. The last battle before death would take them. While he had known, he didn't want to consider it. His brother had lost hope, lost faith, lost everything. Out of everyone, Pollux was the single being that understood Castor. Who knew the past and how it was wearing the royal down.

"They will call you craven." He told Castor, who merely grunted.
"They will call me craven and traitor. I am used to one, less the other." He stared out at the nearly restored world in front of him. Three years and then some pouring all his energies into restoring his world. Urging it to flourish. To grow. To Live. "They never could see it could they? Years walking and working right into their hands. White moon- they damned us all." He hissed, hands gripping the railing.
"They damned themselves. They damned everyone with them." Pollux echoed.
"Yet you'll remain? Even when you know they will not listen? That they'll walk right into the arms of death? You walk towards death brother, to a fool's death." Castor's anger was focused at the distance. On the horizon, a storm grew.
"I must. You know this."
"You do not have to! Your damn pride is what chains you to that-" Castor lifted his arms in a sign of defeat.
"You're supposed to be calculating. Artemos the cunning. Artemos the cruel. Artemos the wicked, the ravager, the frozen demon, the betrayer. Not the stupid!" Castor hissed. Pollux just sighed. "Artemos died a thousand years ago-"
"You are the same man. Just as I am Apollon. Our pasts do not leave us with a new life brother."
"True enough."

Pollux considered Castor, considered Elzo. "Your world- could you stay?" It was asked honestly, as so, Castor answered.
"For a time. If I brought them we might survive a few years. Yet I fear we'd exhaust resources soon enough. Granted-"
"To seal one's self away is to stagnate a world, a slow healing while waiting. To seal it away. Both from friend and foe. It would be a living death. You'd be alone brother. Alone or with others, sealed away with you. You might survive but to what end?"
Castor looked back at his world.

"For a battle we might one day win." Twin blue eyes looked up towards the suns. The suns they shared.
"Take my children brother." Castor's gaze moved down. Down to the expanse of his kingdom. Rebuilt, but empty. A husk.
"Take them with you. Some of the others. Ferry them here. I will give you their names. Save them. Let them sleep. Seal them and wait for another life." Castor shook in place as sadness and sorrow racked him.
"Save them Elzo. Save them so they can live and die free of our fates."
Castor -Elzo- embraced Pollux, he held tight as he wept, knowing what was being asked of him by his brother.
"I swear on all I am. I will die before they can be touched. I will wait for you brother. We will wait and be ready for your return." His words were painful for them both.
"One day I will return and awaken you. I swear. They took us once, I will not grant them that pleasure twice."

Pollux would fight and die.
Castor would live, sealing him and his world away until a time when they might fight again.

Castor the prince would have his life, yet he would never have his peace.
Pollux would have his redemption, yet never have his freedom.

Such was their fate.