I arrived after many boring hours at Phrygis, the moon of Bes III. The little planet was glowing with health, all blue and white. Clouds swirled prettily, and cold practically emanated from it. I sighed. I was finally where I belonged.

I descended into the atmosphered, ice creeping up the nose of my ship familiarly. I recognized the playful pops the frigidness made, and chuckled to myself at how I loved to hear something so childish.

The clouds parted, and I saw endless hills of white flecked with blue. An exceptionally large section of gleaming ice sculpted homes were right in my line of vision, almost like they were inviting me to come. I grew excited, forcing my shuttle to go faster and land sooner. I docked in a poof of snow, which gathered around my craft and covered the city from my view. I opened the door, stepping out into the extremely cold Phrygis air.

My feet sunk into the powder snow quietly, and I looked down to see it reached my ankles. I smiled, lifting my right foot up and watching the flakes slide down it and back onto the drift. I laughed, the snow tickled as it slipped down my toe.

I felt someone approach, and I looked up to see five multicolored Phrygisians running towards me. The dark black one in the lead's eyes went wide and a grin spread across his face. "Rundas!" I recognized the deep, matured voice of my old friend Hartch. The midnight Phrygisian was accompanied by a maroon, bright orange, brown, and light green Phrygisians, all with huge eyes and open mouths. "You're back!" Hartch exclaimed, rushing forward and catching me in a bear hug.

"Ugh! You're crushing me!" I gasped, desperately sucking in frozen air once he loosened his grip.

"Sorry, Rundas. We just missed you so much!" He pulled away, motioning towards the others with him. "You remember Platto, Armant, Jaiduhs, and Grorn, right?" His company were all simpering as I nodded.

"Grorn! You got your armor!" I marveled, for he was premature and never grew to gain his plating when I was still here.

He smiled. "Yes! But, it's the armor of a twelve year old, so I'm not as muscular as you are. Man, you're a legend!"

I scratched the back of my head. "Didn't think I was."

"Of course you are, Rundas!" Armant exclaimed, and I couldn't help but stare. She had grown to be an exceptionally beautiful Phrygisian... I blinked several times, saying to myself in my head, think of Samus, think of Samus, think of Samus... "You battled with Samus Aran and lived to tell the tale!"

I shrugged. "Well, I deserved the punishment of the attack."

They all went quiet. "What are you talking about?" Jaiduhs asked, tilting his brown head to the side.

I looked past them, trying to avoid talking about my corrupted failure. "I'll explain later. Could we see everybody else?"

Platto patted my shoulder. "Sure! Your parents are going to be the happiest to see you!" I followed him and the others as we stepped into the crystal town.

The glistening spires and shiny homes mesmerized me. I hadn't seen such beautiful buildings in an extreme while. I saw Phrygisian heads poke out of the windows to watch us pass by, with their eyes grow large as they left to go spread the news. Had I been that anticipated?

"Why did you stay with the Federation for so long, Rundas?" Hartch asked as we traveled.

"Were you held hostage?" Armant wondered, her gleaming yellow eyes questioning.

"Of course not," I reassured with a slight chuckle. Why did they think I was being held against my will? "There was merely a series of missions that called for my assistance."

"Over the lapse of six years? Did they need your help when they kidnapped you?" Platto said.

"No!" I replied sharply, which caused him to stare. "Sorry for snapping, but you are mistaking the Federation seriously. They aren't bad humans. I was taken by accident, and when I was there, I was healed. Then, I was invited to attend a fighting school. That my friends is where I learned to use my ice powers superiorly."

"Wow. I always the humans were hostile..." Armant murmured, pondering.

"They can be if they must." I said.

We stopped. I thought I recognized where we were. Looking around, I realized it. My old house was standing in front of me, except it was a tad taller and wider. The door opened, and two familiar Phrygisians stepped out onto the soft, white ground.

"Rundas!" Breena cried, hugging me gladly. I held her close, remembering I hadn't seen or touched any of my kind in what seemed an eternity. "I'm so happy you're safe."

Daygon came to us, his eyes light with relief. It was like looking into a mirror, except that my father was a lot older than me. He placed his hand on my shoulder. "Welcome back, Rundas."

I smiled at him. "It good to be back, dad." By this time, more technicolored Phrygisians had gathered, all with joyous faces.

Breena gently shook me. "Rundas! We have a surprise for you!" She said, barely holding in her glee.

I looked towards them in confusion. "What kind of surprise?"

She giggled. "Oh, Raein!" She called back to the house.

My eyes grew wide as a small Phrygisian girl bounded out of the doorway. She was light teal in color, had a proud look about her, and was smiling broadly once she saw me. "Hey!"

I froze. "Who is this?" I wanted to ask, but then I thought about it. Would that be rude? I had completely forgotten the customs of politeness on Phrygis... This was going to be tough... "Hello there," was all I could come up with.

"Aren't you enraptured?" Breena squealed. "This is your little sister!"

I looked to her, shocked. "Since when do I have a little sister?"

"A few weeks after you left, we imagined you were dead. So, we decided to have another child." Daygon said, Raein bouncing to him and beaming. "She has been itching to meet you."

This was quite the news. Why hadn't they told me about this earlier? I pushed the thought away. "It's nice to meet you, Raein."

I held my hand out to shake, and she stared. "What does that mean?"

I felt the gazes of each of the many Phrygisians surrounding. "Oh! Sorry..." I felt stupid, and blushed, pulling my hand back to my side. Raein shrugged, but came forward and hugged my leg, which was the only part of me she could hold.

"You're really tall. How old are you?"

"Mid twenties. And you?"

"Eight!"

I smiled. I thought I'd grow to like this new sibling.