Star Children (Old Prologue/ Pilot) The real story is not done

A genius family with memory problems, a friend, and a old acquaintance.

It was sunrise.

Dawn had already broken the horizon and the last stars were fading from the sky when Marlia was woken from her sleep in a very unpleasant way.

Groaning she turned away from the window, burying her face in her arms while hoping that some random cloud would save her from the sunlight.

But knowing her luck, it wasn't very likely to happen.

She sighed.

After several minutes of fruitlessly trying to fall asleep, she finally accepted that her wishes were futile and sat up.

Rubbing her strained and bloodshot eyes, she did her best to become accustomed to the light before looking outside of the window.

It was peaceful out there.

Endless grass plains stretched across the land, swaying gently in the breeze while the lush forests in the distance marked the border to one of the sacred regions.

A yawn interrupted her observation.
Heavens, did she feel tired.

If she could, she would've simply continued to sleep until her friend would shake her awake and yell at her for missing their station.

Well, guess that was to be expected with the thirty minutes of sleep that she had gotten.

But how could she just fall asleep with all that excitement rushing through her at the thought of finally seeing her father again?

After all, being away from your family for a month at the age of thirteen wasn't exactly the best thing that could happen.

Still deep in thought, Marlia absently traced the symbol on her forehead that was shaped like a closed eye.

Her fingertips felt calloused and rough from all the tinkering that she did in her free time. The brown skin, slightly chapped and covered in cornea here and there.

Her golden eyes moved to the small table that she had slept on.

She scoffed.

For some reason, it was filled with a ton of... napkins...

What the hell?

Grabbing a handful, she inspected them and found quite a lot of sketches for something that looked like machinery.

Some were very detailed while others were just a bunch of lines that she couldn't discern as if a toddler had drawn them with crayons.

Sadly, the majority was smudged with ink, as it hadn't dried properly yet.

Had she done that?

Now that she thought about it, she couldn't remember anything from last night. And those few things that she did remember, felt more like a fever dream on drugs than actual memories.

Oh well, at least she had some pretty decent sketches that she could work with.

Maybe she could ask her friend Asgira for help when she needed to choose a design for her next project.

Speaking of which...

A very loud snore tore her from her thoughts.

Looking up from the napkins, she could barely contain her laughter as her eyes fell onto her sleeping friend.

Their body was a mess of sprawled limbs that had spread across the entire seat as if they couldn't have enough space to sleep.

She was certain that they'd be in much more pain when they woke up because that couldn't possibly be comfortable.