Author's Note: Ahhh, good times! And good headcanons!

Xephos groaned as he felt the sunlight hit his face. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was pulling Nilesy into the portal...

Wincing as he started to push himself up into a sitting position, the spaceman looked around. It was chilly... then he realised that he was in a taiga biome. As soon as he came to this conclusion, the cold invaded his body, chilling him and making him shiver.

Forcing himself up, he deduced his surroundings, slapping at the pins and needles in his legs as his breath came out in misty clouds. Fishing around in his pockets, he was relieved to find the whole of his - slightly messy - inventory there, and drew his diamond sword, enjoying the weight of it in his hands.

Looking around, the spaceman decided to try to find the others. Narrowing his eyes so that they glowed a bright blue, he managed to make out the faint silhouette of the floating nameplate of someone, but just who it was Xephos did not know.

"Hello?" he called out, tentatively. No reply. "Friend?"

Still, nothing. Starting to get slightly unnerved, Xephos pulled out his compass, hoping against hope that it would work. Surprisingly, it did; in fact, it was pointing with cold certainty towards an icy coast.

A coast Xephos recognised as the starting point of his and Honeydew's adventure.

"Huh," he said, smiling as the memories came back. "Fancy that."

"Xephos?" came a familiar voice. Turning around, relief flooded through the spaceman as he saw Honeydew the dwarf standing there, leaning on his signature diamond pickaxe and bearing that familiar cheeky grin.

"Honeydew!" Xephos blurted out happily.

Saluting, Honeydew replied cheerfully, "Hey there, friend!"

Xephos jog-ran towards his friend's side and punched him on the shoulder in a friendly manner. "Where've you been, then?"

Honeydew shrugged. "Eh, y'know, killed an evil creeper tyrant, proved the innocence of the leader of the greatest aerial Minecraftian guards, got about five girlfriends... the usual."

Xephos laughed, more so at finding his friend than the things he said, but he laughed all the same.

"Where are we?" asked Honeydew.

"You don't remember this place?" asked Xephos disbelievingly.

Squinting a bit, Honeydew began turning around on the spot. When he had completed a full circle, his face finally lit up in recognition.

"This is our old spawn point!" he exclaimed happily. "And if I'm right..."

Suddenly, the dwarf ran off, following a path that they both knew. Both laughing and swearing and yelling, Xephos quickly ran after him.

"What the hell're you doing, Honey - " The spaceman's query was cut off as the ruined remains of the Yogcave greeted them. It was overrun with vines and mushrooms and scattered pieces of cobblestone. Dirt and debris lay over everything like the fine flour coating of a cake, and yet there was a certain grace to the ruins of their old home.

Xephos looked around, walking slowly, his mouth agape. Suddenly, he nearly ran into Honeydew, who was looking at what used to be the Yogcave, beaming.

"Memories," he said simply, waving a hand to indicate everything.

"Yeah," replied Xephos. "Remember when Lysander crashed into here?"

Chuckling, Honeydew added, "And when we had to steal the record from Jasper?"

"And we had to make that potion for KP?"

"And the Carnivale?"

"And the battle at the breach?"

"And when we had to bail Lysander out of the mansion?"

"And when Vitali killed all the skylords?"

"And that first time we saw Israphel?"

"Yeah," said Xephos, glad of the reminiscenes as he looked out again at their wrecked home. "That first fateful day."

Honeydew looked over at his taller friend, and as he did so he saw that Xephos' stance was... different, somehow. Taller? Not really. More... sure of himself. A leader. He grinned. Well, if Xephos looked more leader-ish, he definitely looked more heroic. And dwarfish. And attractive.

"So what now?" asked Xephos suddenly, looking worriedly down at Honeydew. "What do we do? Where do we go?"

"To Mistral, I guess," replied the dwarf, shrugging. He looked up at the sky, and felt his beard twitch. "Or..."

"Or what?"

"Or we could save the world."

The spaceman looked at the dwarf. "Again?"

Honeydew shrugged and brought out his diamond pickaxe. Swinging it over his shoulder, he winked. "By all means, why not?"

Xephos smiled. "To Mistral it is."


"Knightess Enigma!"

Verennia Antioch turned around, one hand straying instinctively to her sword's hilt. She relaxed it when she saw her fiance, Dendram Duke, jogging towards her, leading a nervous-looking young knightess. In fact, she was the youngest, at just sixteen.

"Hello, Den," smiled KE, hugging Dendram fondly. Withdrawing, she nodded and extended a hand to Knightess Joy, who gulped nervously and hastily clasped hands with the skillfull knightess.

"H-hello, Knightess Verennia..." she murmured, ducking her head so that her long brown hair swung in front of her.

"No need to be so shy," said Verennia kindly. "I hear you're leading a spawner party tomorrow?"

"Um... that's not important..." she murmured. "I just wanted to say... y'know... congratulations on... y'know..."

Dendram laughed loudly. "If you stay this quiet, Joy, you'll fade away quicker than a despawning bone!"

Joy bit her lip and ducked her head lower. "Sorry," she whispered.

"It's okay," replied KE. "Am I right in assuming that your dwarven friend will be joining you?"

"Yeah, Aij's helping us out," said Joy.

"Well, it's good that you'll be clearing out the old mines," remarked Dendam. "The heroines ARE due in a few days' time."

Birds flew, madly twittering, cows mooed lowly, pigs squealed and chickens clucked fretfully as both Verennia and Joy exclaimed, "WHAT?!"

Waving his hands vaguely, Dendam said soothingly, "Due in Mistral, so don't worry. Them and some Tekkitopian friends are coming to stay."

Joy whimpered, but Verennia laid a hand on her shoulder.

"It'll be fine," soothed the knightess. "You don't need to worry about it now. You can go find Aij and prepare for the spawner raid party tomorrow, understand? And that's an order!"

Gulping in a futile attempt to calm herself, Joy nodded hastily and scurried off. Once she was gone, the head knightess sighed.

"Dendam," she said, turning to her fiance, "what would you say if I told you that I asked Skylords Kerron and Melli to take Joy to Mistral in order to get her more accustomed to the rest of Minecraftia's geography?"

Dendam blinked. Then, he ran a hand through his hair.

"I wouldn't hate you," he said after a time, "but I'd be extremely worried. Especially if they're due to come in three days' time."

"Which they are."

Dendam swore.