Ellarya was calmed by Stefano. He had made sure Oryon’s Blood had coated every inch of her and within protecting the babies, putting two into hibernation and his Jade into development. He kissed Elle’s neck as she sat on his lap, their wings quiescent and overlapping by their sides. Her tears had finally stopped. Ellarya was in the last stages, of this elevation of her development as Shadow Prime. She had the flutterlanes becoming part of her emotions. The inherited pain of the Degenerate and its Filth. This was stored in special bands that remained closed and sealed until such time they were added, released, triggered. As Ellarya was now with child , the bands remained sealed , their sad contents and distressed away from her children. Stefano moved his hands down her torso and laid them flat lower down. Ellarya put her hands on his reaching and shifted. Stefano felt her and the mood changed within them both. The pond began to lap and beat waves. Oryon glanced over at them and withdrew. He flew out and up and roared. He went to call his own mate.

Stefano watched as Ellarya become alight with fire as he moved with her. They stood up and looked at the pile of hay in the corner . Ellarya blew a cool breathe and it froze. She coated Stefano’s feathers with light icicles and enticed him over. She picked up one of Oryon’s sharp white scales and closed her palm on it. She felt the pain and bleed and lite up. She joined Stefano and together they joined and ice water began to flow with the mixture of blood and sweat. The Cave was filled with the sentiment and smell of love and lust and Dragon’s blood. You could almost taste the emotions of them all in the air. A new life was on its way and Stefano was more than overjoyed.

Oryon’s Cave was a vast myriad of smaller caves and trickles of streams that carried different qualities and properties from the different regions of this Magickal World. The hoard was vast. Admiral Stefano was not just the Captain of the Chinta Rose alone. He had a fleet, a WHITE Light “Pirate” Fleet. The treasure within these Caves spanned many lifetimes not just the present age. IT spanned the last 7 ages of time. These Butterflaires belonged to the World of Elves. In their humanoid form , their ears are pointy. Their skin translucent and of lighter , more delicate textures with a glow that ranged from fair to dark. Elves found in all tones and colours and heritages. The treasures from these different worlds and magickal beings. Stefano took Ellarya to the Indus Cave where the scents and flavours of the Indus Valley prevailed;these caves held the heritage of her own origins. Water that flowed from the origins of “Annapurna” itself. Ellarya had some of “her” qualities, dangerous and difficult to ascend. The colours of Holi celebrations delighted the eyes. This year coming Holi bonfires and Bonfire Night of the Autumn Season prevailed on the same Night.

Elle and Stefano enjoyed the Delights of the Indus Valley Alcove and its contents and found a copy of The Kama Sutra. Stefano gave Ella , a knowing glance and said this is how we are going to live the rest of our lives. A way of life and love and enhancement to enlightenment. Enjoying the duality of being a couple. Ellarya was exotic and supple with Stefano. She danced for him and played with him. He was a traveller of many lands but here he felt a peace and inner depth of connecting with Ellarya. She gave without prejudice or thought and she loved him with no restraints. She touched him deeply. The aromas of the art of love with the divine scents of spice and intensity , enveloped them both as they continued to explore one another.

THEY felt him. Giovanni was on his way back. We are many years back from the present , but the Seasons the same. The Autumn Equinox upon them. He was returning to check on Ellarya. Time to head back. Oryon had left. Ellarya said that she had to go see Alagron before they left. She connected with him and advised him to continue with the elusion vision for Giovanni that she was in the Tower and skirting from there to her parents GHS and the Village charity shops. The ChessterFields both dark and light were getting posed for the incoming battlements of Old Hallows Eve.

Giovanni was happy in the knowledge that his spells had worked. Stefano was no where around Elle and she was busy working. He found that her visits to go THRC were not daily. This struck him as odd. He figured ,Ary was in one of her moods . Everyone just decides to keep clear. Ary claims, she has no control over her emotions and their reactions. Truth is , she does and used it as a tool to manipulate and threaten. Love and respect for her talents, everyone just let it ride. Ary held the knowledge and sadness of the Degenerate who lashed out Filth. She felt it ; so everyone decided that it was best to keep quiet in things they didn’t quite understand and support her “tantrums”. Araswati ‘s tongue was sharp and cutting and there was only Ellarya who could stand it on almost daily basis. Stefano only in short and sharp bursts. His Ary as he remembered her , had seemed to vanish. He missed her. He always left him. She always found something, or someone else more important than him and took off. HE would love to have her back , he found solace with Ellarya . How to make that last, he was not quite sure. Jade would bind them together into parenthood, it did not mean she had to stay with him.

Ellarya was working very hard. Working in her Herebral Alchemist post and taking care of Ary was basically two full- time jobs. Giovanni was pleased , with her taking care of Ary, his ” cockroach crush” on her intact. Gio would be back for the weekend. He was going to surprise his hand-fast wife. He could hardly wait. He was so very pleased with himself that his spell had finally worked.

Stefano and Elle had 3 days to get themselves and Ary sorted. Stefano would not let Elle and himself depart without trying out some of the suggestions from within the Kama Sutra pages. The sultry tastes and emotions of the Indus Valley took an exciting emotional roller coaster for them both. They stayed a couple of days in that Alcove.

Elle and Stefano emerged from Oryon’s Cave. They looked up. Below the highest peak of the 6 peaked range , the 4th one in , Oryon emerged from yet another Cave. He had been with his mate also. Stefano smiled with the knowledge and insight.

They rushed into Alagron’s Cave and Alagron was bursting with joy to see Ellarya . They both came in and as per the custom of presentation of this Cave and its host- they both prostate themselves in their humaniod Butterflairy and Scarabflairy forms. Ellarya was summoned . Stefano was beaconed to take a comfortable seat. He watched as Alagron tasted and enticed Ellarya and renewed their connection. He watched as like a ballerina she twisted and performed for him. The fireballs mixed with sweat and blood. Her flavour dissolving on this tongue, inhaling through his nostrils , touching and feeling within his heart that joined them. She twisted and turned and enraptured them both. Alagron’s tongue utilized as an acrobat’s apparatus. Steve watched and held his breath, with some of the more daring manoeuvres. He never knew. Alagron deposited a dripping and inviting Elle in front of Steve, for him. She knelt down before him and bowed to him and said to him the word’s she had never uttered to any male species or kind: ” My Lord”! She humbled herself before him. An act of pure love and devotion , not because of a promise , because of the being he was and was to her. Stefano lifted her up , he held her in his strong arms, feathered wings. He pulled her inside them , so he could hold her close to him. He walked steady and strong with her in his arms and wings. They entered the Guard’s room. The dark branches of the brown vines closed and sealed the entrance. Hearts became one and pain within each of them from their own partners , were momentarily cast aside. Juices flowed red and purple and cobalt blue. Dispersed within them both, exchanging and interacting with their inner selves with one another. Connecting to each other in ways, Stefano made sure would keep Ellarya enthralled with him for quite some time. Protection and 7th Eyes all intact. Elle more than humbled herself to Steve Beaumont; she gave herself to him completely. This one and only time. No one else had ever achieved that with her. The qualities of Annapurna , Ellarya Sierra was more than most to have her be humble and conquer. Stefano had found the path through to her heart and soul of this Butterflairy’s mountain fortress. Silver and gold tickles joined the forces of flow and energy that connected them.

It was time to find the Chinta Rose and return “home” to Ary. Once back on deck,the Admiral advised Ellarya to go rest in his bunk ,in his quarters and wait for him. with a very “wicked smile”. He put the ship on transmediate directions ,so it self propelled and drove itself back the route they came. He joined her in his quarters for their return trip. Another blissful interlude, before arriving back into their ” real world”.

Back on the pond, the Chinta Rose went down in its bubble and emerged in THRC. They fluttered up and out ,into a huge mess. Ary was on the floor and could not get up. Ellarya calmed her down. She was cursing and swearing and lashing out. She was top heavy and could not get herself turned upright. Shards of magical power sliced through the air. It shattered some of the wood work . There were splinters everywhere. Mimi and Mini went and cowered in the Dragon Alcove. Shyvra was beside herself with anger for Ellarya ,for leaving her mistress in this way. Ellarya didn’t shove crap down her gob and make her , how she was- she did that all by herself with secret excursions and binges. She hid food.

Ellarya’s healing and herebral professionalism , kindness and care with all the love she could muster: went over and gently turned her and advised her how to push herself up again. Ellarya got tea. She whisked around cleaned up and ran out to the stores to get the required supplies and all was well. Stefano marvelled at the kindness and expedience with which she took care of Ary. Steve knew it was all for him.

Stefano sat with Ary while Ellarya had gone for the supplies. He had a brief visit with Ary and said he needed to return to his own domain. He was LIVID with Ary for putting on weight and neglecting herself .He ranted at her and berated her in the worst way. No way to treat someone who carried such hurt and despair within her. He was not kind to her at all, just hoping it would give her the kick up her huge backside to sort herself out. He actually missed her. The harsh words spurted out, were ones coming from his own hurt, dismay and frustration and not being able to help her himself. He had to rely on Ellarya and her generosity. How long would that last? Stefano partially loved Elle, for this.That was how it sort of started and they developed from there. He cared for Ellarya and always would. He would make sure , they would always be friends. He looked at his Ary and tears fell with frustration and anger. Elle heard about it all , when she sat with Ary, in one of their sessions. She played the scene for her , but that was some time away.

Before leaving , Steve checked on the drakes, Mimi and Mini. He ran into Ellarya as she had just returned , outside the Butterflairy Tree. He took her in his arms swooped her up in a crushing hug and whispered to her, “My Muffin you are carrying our little Jade, she is our little Muffin. ” She saw his tears and wiped them. Ellarya looked at him. She questioned him: “You are happy ? “He was. He nodded and kissed her and hugged her. He promised her all was going to be well. He would see her soon. He left. Elle had a feeling it was going to be sometime before she saw him again. She hugged him and kissed him back, not wanting him to leave. She never wanted him to leave. With a slight tear in his eye, he made his way to Mount Lilley Hill.

The Chinta Rose had shrunk right back down .Steve had picked her up off the THRC ‘s Hessian South Sea Carpet, the ocean swirls having died down back into its Special Cobalt Blue Hessian strands,with its special magickal sea properties within the Carpet. The Chinta Rose , he put her in a glass bottle with just a touch of the South Sea Water to cradle her. She went back on the mantle at Steve’s place. A small shelf by his simple Hearth. There also stood a portrait of Chintamani, the lovely lady , Admiral Beaumont named his ship. A true friend of his and his mother , much of his life. A mother figure to both him and Ellarya , alike. Elle just loved her. She passed an Ocean away, a long time ago now. There isn’t a day that passes that her loved ones don’t miss her. Chintamani was strong, and gifted and beautiful and she adored all her children and her friend’s children. One son in particular, held a special place in her heart and that was Stefano. It was reciprocated, his prize ship named after her.

Ellarya sighed, wiped away her own tears and went back for tea . Sat with Ary. Elle was thrilled she was having a little bud Butterflairy and her name was Jade. Ellarya had bought some Jasmine tea. She sat feeling somewhat tranquil and at peace and smiled at Ary. Ary was silent and gave Elle the cold treatment for being away. She re- lived , Stefano’s hurtful words as she sipped tea and fumed inwardly. She controlled her emotions and temper and let it simmer.The Kurgha , felt Ellarya Sierra’s pregnancy and was very pleased about Jade. She loved her too. This calmed her inner temper . Stefano had sobered her. She had been in a depressive state. Such outbursts , can backfire and are not wise, when dealing with a hurt and tortured soul HOWEVER, a new sweet and lovely time was going to be upon them all with the coming of Jade. The place was clean. The hearth let off a warm glow. The Drakes :Shyvra and Mimsha were resting. The Dragon Eggs were off nesting . The smell of Jasmine tea prevailed.

Giovanni returned and walked into this delightful scene. Oblivious to the turmoil and disaster that had just occurred. He paid tribute to the PRIME, who finally broke her icy silence with Ellarya. Giovanni came over and hugged his hand – fast wife and sensed Jade. He looked at Ellarya and said, “why didn’t you send word ,my Love “. She replied , “I only just realized and what luck, you are here. We have found out together”. Giovanni was delighted with the news. His Elle was having his Jade. Thus ,the illusion was cast and kept.

Stefano smiled. He had Giovanni over a barrel. Elle’s and Jade’s security guaranteed. He went home and created beautiful songs for his family that only they could hear. Ary heard them too and the green eyed monster grew another head. Giovanni saw this and decided it was time to take his Ellarya home and leave Ary to all her bad moods to herself and the drakes. Not something, he ever did often. Usually, he would insist that Ellarya stay and cheer Ary up and not return until she was content once more.

Shyvra took The Kurgha out for a ride. The Kurgha Dowager was a master DrakonRyder. There were few who could match her skill. Mymsha , flew out and over the land to the Caves where her brood of Eggs lay . The dragon eggs were within the nest and warm and cosy. The three side by side, they all glowed but only one had its heart beating and blood flowing, the other two were snuggled in sleep until they were called by their Ryders. Jade’s Drakling was named Jaida. Jade and Jaida shared the 7th Eye and a heart. Jade’s being a double heart liker her parents. They had Oryon’s protection and were bound to their true parents always. Giovanni did not need any false connection with Jade. They were family already and he loved her all the same. Giovanni decided that he needed to be sure of something.

He rushed home to be with Ellarya at their home. He had missed her. He said, “My Love,before we leave THRC, can we play a brief visit to our Honeymoon Suite”? Elle was intrigued, by his suggestion. Before they left Ary, they both cleared up, brewed her another pot of tea. Made sure all her needs were catered for and left. They snuck up to the Butterflairy Tree Trunk.

Ary frumped off on her drake.She still didn’t approve of their relationship.

The Butterflairy Tree Trunk was all a glow. The Fireflairydraklings were buzzing around in array of glittering display of sunshine yellow, orange, red and shades of purple and light blue and white. Light Blue and white being Giovanni’s house colours. The scent of Pine , Sandalwood & Eucalyptus in the air. A feeling of serenity and calming waters. Giovanni had Elle s own piano music playing in the background to serenade them. She was surprised. She had not realized, he used to sit and listen to her play. She didn’t know because he never let her see that he was listening to her. She played best by herself. He told her they had no secrets and she could always come to him with anything. He loved her always. He gave her a light and refreshing light nectar. Conjured up from dandelions and elderflower , it had light refreshing quality about it. He danced with her , like that first night , when he took her to the place out in the stars where their love began. The colours of the aura were simulated by the FireflairiesDraklings breathe.

Ellarya glided herself to lie down. She slid off her attire. She could feel the heart of the Dark Drake , with its white heart strings and turned to Alagron , who was in position. He said on the bed’s headboard as he did their Wedding Night.It was clear, Giovanni had requested his presence. This was going to be new for them all. Giovanni had his false connections, but he was Alagron’s Ryder so he had inner connections that went to that first breathe that they both took together as they came into the world simultaneously. As Ryders are “birthed”, their Drakes are hatched. Ellarya crept and slide down onto the coolness of their wedding night bed. She was still ,on the bed spread-eagle with her wings stretched out and open. She looked up into Alagon’s Eyes ,as his tongue ‘s tip just outside the corner of his mouth , not to be obvious that he was tasting and sensing the air around her. His tongue dripped, with anticipation of her taste. His Eyes glowed. His heart beat fast. Ellarya’s heart beat along with his. She began to burn. She began to sweat and glisten. She began to ooze with blood. Her Silver and gold within her blood glittered and sparkled. Her blood was now the same deep purple that were in the veins of Stefano’s white angel wings. Her purple blood with its silver and gold sparkles , the essence of her celestial and magickal being. Giovanni and Alagron marvelled in her aura which lite up the room with a purple misty haze.

Ellarya changed her horns sprouted , her wings were pinned down by Giovanni. She bleed fire. He brought her to the brink and building up heat as her flames laced higher. Wings pinned down and her flames engulfing him, as he hovered above her. He kissed her. She was open and exposed for Giovanni. He settled himself down beside her. Kissed her. again. His hands and wings roamed and played . Exploring and squeezing and pressing all her crevices and peaks. He felt his way down, her curvaceous features in a teasing manner , taking a somewhat tortuous playful touch. He allowed his hands to hover gently and touch her lower regions. Ellarya ‘s horned tailed , feeling and caressing him as he paused over the region where Jade lay nestled and secure. Giovanni rolled Ellarya over to the side edge of the bed, in one fluid and swift motion he swivelled , pulled himself into an outstretched position , beneath her. He rolled her back over him with his head nestled between. He unpinned her wings . He reached and wrapped his wings around them both. He went deep into Alagron’s 7th EYE and smelt and felt Ellarya . He felt their combined hearts, thinking it was only part of the moment. Alagron’s mouth parted. He took in the lovers’ beneath him . Alagron was hovering over them both. His swift tongue darted down between Allura’s outstretched and eagle spread self and touched Giovanni’s 7th EYE. In that precise moment, Giovanni’s tongue came out as a the Dragon’s forked, flicked tongue. Giovanni had himself well positioned for what he was about to do. His now forked, draked tongue delved within Ellarya , he was looking and sensing the baby’s origin. He breathed in her fire and spat and consumed her blood ; his tongue gently roamed around , slithered and touched and breathed within her. Giovanni pulled back his draked forked tongue. Released the trance and his tongue was his own. He looked at Elle who just laid still , she had allowed herself to relax and become one with his senses as they ignited and connected within her. She knew he had sensed that she was connected to Alagron. Had he worked it out? Her thoughts racing as the sensations rippled through her in wave like pulses. Giovanni sending her these emotions and feelings with his explorations . More than pleasing, new heights were found by them both. Giovanni felt his seed and delighted that the baby was his. He had a gentle , rather tame coming together with his hand- fast wife. It was definitely tame from what they had done before, in their honeymoon suite. Giovanni had felt his baby ,not understanding that , Elle was carrying 3 babies: one was Giovanni’s , one was Jade who belonged to Stefano and one belonged to TRISTAN. Ellarya set aside her worries and enjoyed the attentions of her hand -fast husband. She pleased him back with equal endeavor.

Stefano was quiet in his place ,having gone to rest. He knew Jade remained encapsulated and safe. Her origins, only detectable by him.The spells, the protection ,the encounters that bound them all ,had been a success . Only each babies father could detect their own child. This was the way it was. Stefano was the only one , who knew of the existence of the 3. Knowledge of the 3 , also was granted to THE PRIME: The Kurgha , the Celestial 7,the Diablo 7, the Twinned Guardians: M&M, the Higher Council, as well as ,the parental and higher Drakes. Stefano tried not to think that Giovanni had returned to “be” with her.

Ellarya was going to have 2 heiresses and 1 heir along with 3 little sparkly , firey Draklings. Each father had the responsibility to one child. 3 children. 3 fathers. 3 new and lasting bonds .What abilities were these 3 little buddlings Butterflaries going to have with 3 little fire sparklings to come.

It was sometime before Ellarya and Giovanni left the Butterflairy Tree trunk, that night.Ellarya attempting to insist that they had to return home. She wanted to return to her own chambers to be alone with her thoughts of Steve and the re- live their recent adventures in the Dragon Caves. They didn’t listen. Giovanni and Giulio were still in the throws of entanglements with Elle . She moved with them and decided it was best to just be lost with them in their pure indulgence of their surrounding and proess. The Drakling fireflaires continued to dance their heated dance , long into the early hours of the following morning. Ellarya succumbed to her hand – fast husband and his twin’s demands. He had a way of getting around her. She couldn’t think around him sometimes. He did things to her inside and out. When together, they became addicted to each other. They fed off shocking one another. Trying to outdo each other in a power play of games. IT was the strangest of love and marriage and friendship , occasionally , lust and anger that made theirs a unique relationship. Neither of them had to explain themselves to anyone but each other. One would not be without the other for long. They would just look and fall together. Giovanni held true onto his hand -fast wife through the ages of time, as they had promised each other so very long ago. Ellarya sometimes in her anger and disappointment when Gio left her for his work and other family , those memories escaped her. She missed him and would not remember why. . Giovanni let them be opened to her as their time together passed and the memory of their first marriage restored to her time and time again. She knew, he would not willingly let her get away from him. His dark side keeping her on edge and his leash. Her dark side kept the bonds and the leash intact. They both enjoyed the darker side of their relationship ,that salacious enjoyment they craved and found within each other. A togetherness of an entirely different kind through space and time of the ages. Their bonds were of light and dark which meant love and bondage with each other and to each other. They were very ,very weird together. When together they were the best of friends, the worst of enemies ,the kind of binding love and hate that transcended space and time.

Stefano’s dreamt of Elle with Alagron, with Oryon, within the Indus Valley Cave and “quarantined” in his Cabin bunk on his ship, with HIM! He felt and saw how she had humbled herself before him. She had more than just a piece of his heart, he held in his, a part of hers. He had no idea , how he managed to crack her hardcore shell. No one else had done so, not in any lifetime before. With the deepest of humility ,of the esteem and affections with which she displayed for him, in his sleep, he shed tears of joy and happiness for Elle and rejoiced in their Little Muffin, jasmine tea-Jade as she would forever be known as JJ.

The Celestial 7 rejoiced. The Diablo 7 were in conference. When someone stoops down, declares and humbles themselves before the heavens and the Universe , they gain knowledge and elevation. Without knowing it , Ellarya had opened and activated her last band that was needed to become a Prime. This is not something that is taught or told. The candidate either achieves it or not. In order to be a leader , you place yourself below everyone. Only then can you arise to achieve leadership. Love does that. Elle loved Stefano , no one was ever going to take that from her or him. The Kurgha had always thought Elle’s love and care for her would bring her to kneel before her first. Lord Umbral Admiral Stefano Beaumont had achieved what the Celestial 7 had deemed impossible. Ellarya was stubborn, wilful, coy and got what she wanted by standing up , not standing down. The Universe did not ever see her achieve and open her final band. Stefano was very pleased she had humbled herself before him. NO one had ever done that for him. No one. How this young and vibrant Butterflairy just gave up everything for him and handed it over to him, he was not quite sure why. He just knew, she did actually love him with all that she was .The Kurgha had contrived to receive that accolade from Elle herself. She didn’t get it. Stefano won her heart and her humility. Her bands opened , the heavens’ poured with rain to wash out and flush out the old. Flourish and nourish with the dawning and rise of Ellarya Sierra Shadow Prime Morning Star, chosen and cherished child.

Araswaati Dowager and Shyvra had not returned. They had gone to see Mimsha and her nest of Dragon eggs. The Chanting of Monks, the old Gregorian chants, the Hums of the Messiah played. The chanting and the Chanting Daggers from the Amythyst Mountains vibrated and called Ellarya. They usually only called to the Prime, not the Shadow Prime. It was a premonition chant that there was going to be a changing of the Guard and Guards. Only Ellarya and one other heard the chant from the Enchanted Amythyst Daggers. It was a warning of betrayal, subterfuge and the darkest of intent against her.

War was coming.

TRISTAN heard the daggers. He had been summoned by the Universe.

Footnote: “Annapurna (/ˌænəˈpʊərnəˌ -ˈpɜːr-/;^[3][4] Nepali: अन्नपूर्ण) is a mountain situated in the Annapurna mountain range of Gandaki Province, north-central Nepal. It is the tenth highest mountain in the world at 8,091 metres (26,545 ft) above sea level and is well known for the difficulty and danger involved in its ascent.”From Wikepedia