Whatever happened to Marcello after the events on Neos?

"What do you mean captain!" the Templar's shouted, standing in Marcello's quarters. "Why aren't you remaining?"

"I have," Marcello paused, "much thinking to do."

"Can't you do that here?" another Templar asked.

"No," Marcello responded. A Templar handed him a bag about the same size as the bag 'the guv' carried.

"I packed you some weapons and some medicinal herbs."

"Good job," Marcello said with no enthusiasm. He grabbed the bag and looked at the Templars. He pointed at a random Templar. "You'll be the interim captain in my absence." Marcello marched out of the room and down the stairs. He stared at the sky while walking through the courtyard. "They don't deserve my presence anyway."

He walked away from the abbey, south toward Simpleton, planning to stop there. Memories invaded is mind:

Marcello's father lifted him into the air, laughing heartily. Marcello, too, was laughing as his father played with him. His mother, who was also the maid, was wiping down a dresser, Marcello's father not paying her any mind. This was Marcello's fondest memory then came the event that ruined his entire life.

"Father, the 'Lady' is getting quite expansive," Marcello informed his father, referring to his father's wife.

"She's just putting on a little weight, pay it no mind," his father said.

"It's more than that," his wife said from the doorway, her eyes filled with tears of joy. "I'm pregnant!"

"You're what!" He said jumping to his feet.

"Father, what is preg--"

But he was cut off by his father's and would-be mother's happy exclamations. His father began to ask questions on when she found out and why had she been hiding it. She explained it vaguely. Then his father looked around.

"We gotta make room for the baby!" He darted out of the room, exclaiming happily.

"Come here, young Marcello," she said. "You're going to have a baby sibling," she said. "Won't that be fun?" She hugged Marcello tightly, beginning to cry. "This is a blessing upon our family, Marcello, it's going to be so wonderful seeing you play with your sibling and having fun."

"Playing with his sibling?" his father said, walking in, Marcello's biological mother in tow. "I must think not. Having both children in the same house would bring shame upon our household--"

"How much more shame can it bring than your affair, Husband?" she asked, looking at the maid.

"I will not endure ridicule from the tripe out there!" He turned to the maid. "Take your son and get out!"

"Husband, she has every right to remain in our home here in Simpleton!" Angelo's mother said. "And her son has even more right!"

"Bite your tongue, woman!" he shouted at his wife. "As for you, harlot, get out!"

Marcello stood next to his biological mother, frightened. His mother had erupted into tears, pleading to remain in the house, saying she'd not to make contact with any of the children, and utterly hide the fact that she was Marcello's mother from the would-be Angelo.

"See, Husband, let her stay. Her and my darling Marcello."

"I said, bite your tongue!" he exclaimed, tired of the arguing. "I am the patriarch of this household, what I say goes!" He stomped his foot angrily. "GET OUT NOW!"

And with that Marcello and his mother were cast out of Simpleton that very night. It was a terrible journey toward a small forest near Simpleton with all of the deadly monsters swarming the land. His mother sat at the trunk of a tree.

"Marcello, my dear son, come to me." Marcello crawled to his mother and she embraced him. "I don't have much longer. I'm sorry my son, I don't want to leave you at a time like this, but this journey and the events prior have left me quite. . . vulnerable."

For once Marcello noticed her excessive breathing. She stared at the stars above as Marcello buried his head into her chest, wiping away tears and begging her not to go. "Stars are so beautiful, sparkling so brightly. When I was a girl I always hoped to become a star in the sky, so everyone'd see me and how beautiful I was." She continued to stare. "My son, promise me you'll become a star everyone will look up to."

Marcello looked at his mother, "mama?" His mother died, eyes reflecting the sparkle of the stars above. Marcello erupted into tears and buried his head in his mother's arm. Unknowingly, he fell asleep huddled next to his mother.

He awoke the next day to the sound of birds singing. He stared at his mother when he got to his feet. There was an empty feeling in his chest, a dark void as if something had been stolen from him. Off in the distance he could see what seemed to be the top of a church and decided that's where he'd go.

Marcello stood at the fork leading to Simpleton. He eyed the glow of the lights coming from the buildings, it took him until nightfall to reach the fork for he'd visited the very tree his mother died. And here was Simpleton, the other place he knew as home and was thrown from, where another person he could have called mom had died. He picked up a sharp rock and carved 'Where dreams are destroyed' under Simpleton. He took the path around Simpleton declaring, "Nothing will stop me from becoming that star my mother wants me to be."