There was a Persian Prince.

He walked like a King.

He was masterful in his Art and the Arts.

He had curly black hair, a lovely smile, his eyes shone and sparkled!

He was glitter and shine!

As he held up, in his powerful and skilled hands, his sabre glimmered before it struck.

He sent out vibrations like a sonar radar.

He hit hearts and minds.

He was very special.

His gifts were plentiful and his heart generous and kind!

He forgave our Prime, her transgressions. They were the best of friends in this life, as for the past, Elle didn’t remember it sometimes as clearly as she would like. They had past lives togethers. They came to her in flashes.

There was a new Prince in Rosedrop World. He had taken up Residence in The Barracks. He was the new Commander of the guard. He was a Drake Ryder and he rode the Empress , herself. He was her Ryder and he had come forth from the depths of the Portal , before it closed. He shoved Tristan and Parian aside, scampered through and made sure the push he gave them landed them in the Vortex of the portal.

Tristan with Parian, depart our story, with the arrival of our Persian Prince: Heston Azar. He was an expert Ryder , that is why the Empress was his. He had come back to her and his origins in Rosedrop World, the Mushroom, beside the Butterflairy Tree, which in fact , in grown up language, was simply palatial and it glittered and sparkled with the warmth of our mysterious Prince.

Our Prince, found Ellarya, sitting on his mushroom top, as he came out. Where have you been Heston ? How long has it been? Why now ? Best get to the Barracks and sort out the Guard. Yra has all the children. The Empress has gone off to supervise , all the little Draklings and the Unicorns.

A New Songbird had been called.

A New Prince had arrived.

King Chad had taken over as the HRrH, Honey Rock Royal Highness , in the land. He appeared on the 7th day of our Celestial Calendar days , this time round, otherwise known as our Sabbath Day.

The Jai ladders had been hit, they unleashed their Generate and Ellarya Prime , found the Celestial 7 had sent her HEROS to connect and be with her.

They came.

They picked her up, after her fractured hearts had been shattered.

The Songbird, the Persian Prince and the almighty HRrH adventures, had just begun.

Empress Drake Rubyna surveyed the 7 draklings, the Unicorns of both dark and light , she called the mothers and said and why don’t they all have Ryders as yet ? call the parents – all of them and march , everyone of those children in here!

We need to get the Ryders assigned. She made it sound simple. Of course it wasn’t . Kids , animals and magick with practical and masterful jokers on the rise ,was trouble .CHAOS , of course , as always, trying to rear its Ugly head.

She had left them behind, Stefano, Giovanni and Tristan ( with Parian )and she did not EVER play their music again. She stopped believing in them all. “Honour Wall of Souls of the Bravely departed , held their PRIDE, the hopes and dreams , of days gone by. Ellarya Prime left that intact, although she had to mend and pck herself up , from the tatters they left her in, and the children. They just didn’t matter to her anymore! She knew they would be pleased. Their Music and their hearts stopped beating for her. She refused to hear, see and feel them. She passed them over to their own fates and left destiny and the Celestial beings to deal with them.

Where was Zsod?

Going back through the portal, before it closes, Prince Heston, looks around his domain, in the Land of Zsod, Prince Heston Azar was Supreme. He had stories of his own.

Ellarya would have story night with all the children, draklings and unicorns, one a week Only , on weeks , the flashes of Heston and Ellarya came back to her. Heston would pick up his Mandolin and play along.

In the distance, the Songbird would sing . He could sing to anything. His Call , always hit and touched and connected with Ellarya. His Song and resonance , only heard by her . Her Songbird’s call was UNIQUE to her and her alone .Only our Prime felt , heard and saw this. Dhanya brought her to see him once many years before , in a small cottage , that was hidden and secluded , in a distant land that was far , in space and time , near and close in heart, soul and mind .Ellarya held her Morher’s hand , still very young and looked at her Songbird sing ! She said , to her Mum , “isn’t he beautiful”.She looked at him with his wavy blonde hair and blue eyes . He looked over at Dhanya , and then he his gaze ventured down to Ellarya .He held her , their eyes locked , in a binding stare ,for what seemed an eternity to Elle. His eyes danced and smiled , his heart full of love and whispered promises , left unspoken.Time would have to wait and develop and grow.

Elle knew then , that if ever , her Songbird called her ( when she was big enough of course ) , she would have no choice but to drop everything and answer his call!

Would that happen? TRISTAN was a FLAKE ; she should have known better !

What are the chances of that ? She should have given up on her promise for Stefano, long before she did ! Giovanni , finally had to return to his other family and life for good ! Something Ellarya always knew. Just as well, he was a bad news bear , always trouble and when she thought about it turmoil always surrounded him ! Not great for Elle and definitely, not for the kids !

Sunilal and Dhanya , always used to argue , it was what Elle knew : love and arguments , seemed an endless cycle ! Elle wanted that cycle broken.

WELL, that’s right , the dye had been cast , and the dice rolled . Destiny and fate decided to take part. The Magic 8 ball was in play for them all .

Our new King , HRrH, CHAD , he would simply Rock their worlds, all of them.

AND , so ,begin our Azarian Tales.