Guiding Stars (subject to change)

Act 1 Scene 1

A group- Of young animals gather- to help set up decorations for the festival taking place later that day; to honor their ancestors that made their unity possible between all species amongst the vast land they all know and love today.

Lion Cub: Woo-hoo! (exhausted)

The cub shouts as he is down to his last few orbs made that school day.

Can’t wait to start hanging these. This is my favorite time of the year!

Sandy:(Annoyed yet playful)  You’re just excited because you are almost done with the most tedious part of the year.

Lion Cub: And you are just Jealous

Miss Walters:(uplifting) Hey now kids, let’s not spoil each others day with unnecessary remarks.

Both the lion cub and Sandy go up to Miss Walters, put their paws together and bowed at a fortyfive degree.

Lion Cub and Sandy: We are sorry, Miss Walters.

Sandy: It won’t happen again.  

Under her breathe

At least not when you’re around.  

Volunteers help the teacher, Miss Walters, keep all the young animals in line, keeping them safe and out of trouble.

Miss Walters: Alright kids, you are all dismissed! (excited) Hope to see you all at the festival tonight, and remember- It only takes one person to make a difference.

Miss Walters talking about the cause for celebration for the amalgamation. Students ramble on, not paying full attention to the teacher; they were all energized for the festival.

Act 1 Scene 2

A kit- sluggishly makes his way back to his den after overshadowing the fun that took place in the field while others were helped create and decorate the city. The kids that headed back to school played and laughed as they enjoyed each other's company.

Marvon: What’s wrong son?

Marvon heartbroken to see his son in such distress, and only felt responsible for only able to watch, with no help to offer other than a pill to ease the pain.

I’m sorry there isn’t much I can do to help. I want you to know I’m truly trying my best.

Sylar only looking up at his father with tears forming in his eyes; slowly he makes his way into his room, slipping past his mother who was preparing for the evening out.

Thinking to himself, his intrusive thoughts of not being wanted around only strengthen.

Act 1 Scene 3

Marvon: Sylar-- do you mind coming outside with me so we can talk?

Talking to on top of a marula tree, Marvon tries to stop his son's invasive thoughts, knowing that’s what was attacking Sylar.

Son, do you know what is special about today?

Sylar: N-no I don’t

He looks down disappointed in himself for not knowing something of a great deal for the city.

Marvon: A city, filled with life, from all types of terraforms; fit for each animal- who gather around the night’s setting- ominous stars. Fire built for festivities to break loose amongst the great unity, dancing a ritual, to honor- those who made this colony, and now we celebrate the memorable citizenship our ancestors created for us; a city of all species.

Son. I promise you, once you obtain your star, the star that shines the brightest and glows the greatest, things will get easier.

Sylar: how do I know which one is mine?

He looks up into the lively night sky, stars shining bright and glowing.

Marvon:(with a smirk) no son you won't find the star up there. You will find it, awaiting for your arrival; your star lives in you.

Sylar: I still don't fully understand? What do you mean it's in me?

Marvon: you may be too young to understand it now, but as you age and mature I think you will understand it a bit more.

Sylar: what if someone gets to my star before me?

Concerned for something he doesn't know to the fullest extent. Sylar face ponders for a bit while his dad thought up an explication.

Could someone already have gotten my “star”

Marvon: no no, only you have the power to obtain the aroma from your stars.

Sylar: stars? I thought there was only one.

Marvon: there are many lesser stars you will reach before getting to the great omniscient star.

Not sure of how else to explain the star situation to his six-year-old son marvon continues on with his motivational speech, hoping it would help his son in the future.

You have an importance in this world just live everyone else. Why else would you be here? Have you ever thought about that?

Marvon is really getting into the speech thinking about what his dad told him while he was Sylar's age.

My dad- he told me, just like now; I was in the same position you are now. He told me something I'd never forget till this day.

He told me that when I get down enough that I think harming myself would make all the pain disappear, make everything instantly better, and forget the past. That I wouldn't be here if I wasn't meant to be here. And now I see it. I am here to help guide my son. I truly hope this talk helped you sylar. I know it won't be easy for you to see clearly now. But hopefully, once you are older you can piece together this conversation and always keep it in mind.

Sylar: (grateful) okay dad, may I go to the festival?

Marvon: yes you may, you mother and I won't be joining you however, this year. We have a few things that need to be done.

Finances were behind but nothing a six-year-old needs to know.

Little was anyone paying attention. A little friend stopped by the forest district while everyone was out having a blast. It joined them in their ritualistic dance, though barely celebrating alongside them. It danced with a lively orange- red glow, consuming homes and housing additions as it recklessly moves.