Outside the kingdom of Goa, in the quiet Windmill Village, lived a fallen noblewoman and a disgraced scientist. They had carved out a life for themselves there, though it was difficult for the noblewoman to adjust to her new circumstances. Her name was Jessica. Once part of the kingdom's elite, she had been cast out for defying tradition—marrying a man who was as eccentric as he was brilliant.
That man was Albert, a scientist who had once lived in Goa, but whose ideas and inventions didn't align with the kingdom's values. He often traveled to the Terminal, a distant land known for its technological wonders, where he created machines and gadgets that could help the people. But his progressive views had earned him the ire of the nobles, and he, too, had been exiled.
Despite their fall from grace, the pair had found solace in each other's company, living humbly in the village. After a few years, their lives took another turn when they had a son. They named him Tessal.
For the next five or six years, the small family thrived. Albert and Jessica dedicated themselves to teaching Tessal everything they knew. Jessica imparted the refinement and grace of nobility—how to conduct oneself in high society and how to handle the intricate dance of business. Albert, on the other hand, took pride in watching his son absorb his scientific knowledge, thrilled when Tessal began crafting his own inventions.
Years passed, and life in Windmill Village grew quieter. Jessica's health, once robust, began to deteriorate. The illness came suddenly, and despite Albert's best efforts to devise a cure, it was too late. Jessica passed away, leaving a hollow space in their humble home. Tessal, still young, could barely understand the magnitude of the loss, but it left a deep ache in his heart.
The loss was compounded when Albert received an invitation from the Marine Corps—a desperate request for his expertise. They had heard of his innovations and sought to recruit him to improve their naval fleet. He was to help teach their engineers, develop new machines, and guide others in advancing their technology. It was an opportunity he could not refuse, but it also meant leaving Tessal behind.
With a heavy heart, Albert entrusted his son to the village, ensuring that Tessal would be well cared for by the few neighbors they had left. He sent funds regularly for Tessal's living expenses, though they never seemed to last long. Tessal's love for his father and the inventions they had shared fueled his determination to carry on.
For a time, Tessal lived alone in their small house, with the windmill's steady hum in the background and the sense of loss never quite leaving him. He spent his days scavenging parts from the gray terminal, a place filled with discarded and broken machinery. It was here, amidst the rust and scrap, that he honed his craft. With each new project, he sought to honor the legacy of the family he had lost—his mother's elegance and his father's ingenuity.
Tessal became a fixture in the village, helping with repairs and offering his inventions when he could. The villagers had grown used to his strange, often eccentric creations, from wind-powered lights to mechanical tools. Some saw him as a genius, others just a boy who was out of place. But for Tessal, it didn't matter. As long as his father's letters arrived with money for supplies, he knew he had a purpose. His inventions were his way of connecting to the only family he had left.