She was in the dark.

Sitting alone.

Hands were tied behind her back.

Blindfolded.

Her Butterflairy Wings pinned up.

Head forward and down.

Snip, snip, clip, clip.

The sound of sliver of skcissors , cutting trimmings of her hair. Her head shoved back.

Her Hair was cut. We don’t believe you.

We need to see if you will pass this ” drug” test.

The tears flowed. Salty rivers of ICE formed as they splashed down and bouncing off her torso , onto the muddy floor.

She had been put in a dungeon. She just sat. The Dungeon , she had one at home, her musical abode and hideaway. Been so long, since she felt like that. She could hear the sounds and vibrations of all the musical notes. Only the ones that counted. She would listen over and over. The notes that came out into the air. The colours and sounds that danced around her head. The vibrations and sensations that reached her core and touched her own. Then,she would sit and play. NO one around. Just herself and her own soul, out into the Universe. Up into the stars she would float and release.

She sat still, knowing that she was being ” watched”. No one could see inside her head. They were trying to probe. They were trying to find the reason. They would never find it. The reason had already passed under the Great Wheel. Souls that did the asking, as we have said, already into the Light of the West.

She didn’t move.

She sat on a solitary chair. The chair was hard, small square seat with hard short legs. The back straight with bars and a small rest for her head binding them across.

She sat arms bound behind the bars.

Her head was strapped back , after the snipping.

Her Wings spread wide and pinned up.

Her legs crossed neatly underneath the chair as she sat straight. Her tail pulled around on her lap. Her appendages were tied at the ankles.

Tears dripped , creating the salty rivers that bounced off her torso and breast and flowed.

Blood seeped through the small vessels within her wings and dripped. It was as if they were trying to slice her open with each probe. Just questions. The questions were stupid. Dumb. Moronic. They didn’t understand, why she would help someone like that?

She closed her eyes and remembered. She listened to those notes. She saw behind the notes and sounds, she felt the soul. That was why she helped.

How could she not?

It was Dark Justice born out of jealousy! Someone like you. You don’t know anyone. You are not from here! We are going to do this to you and you can do nothing.

Wait .

Watch and see, she thought!

Just you wait.

Wait . Wait

Silence.

The door opened and they released her.

She stood up, feeling wobbly and light – headed . She was blinded by the light . She heard it. She felt it. She saw them and left them where they stood . Those pathetic jailors , who felt they were so righteous.

They were simply ” wrong”!

It is NEVER wrong to “HELP” someone. EVER!

Pure spite and jealousy all around had done this to her.

IT was all just a memory now. She remembered , the hearing , when they all looked at her , as they told her, we knew , you would pass the drug test.

She looked at them and didn’t flinch or respond.

She came back into the present. Her memory of the event, long since past.

Why did she help for so long ?

Simply, only love does that!

ONE MAN, ONE SOUL, ONE LIFE!

OF Course, She was going to help him! ” Silly Man” that he was!

How could she not.

All in the past.

Dark Justice was coming into the Light.

And she just let him go, into the past too.

Prince Azar had arrived.

The new King was enjoying, the Prince’s lavish hospitality.

Ellarya looked up, her Starlight shone. She felt his glow, their auras joint.

Ellarya thought of all of this, as she entered Prince Azar’s lavish palatial home. She was intrigued to find out about him. If her memories of their time together would come back to her and if they would find the missing key, that would unlock, that diary.

She had searched and searched for centuries for the lost key ; now , to find Heston Azar,and her back together , in this time and place. How very delicious this was going to be? Or was he? No, they were NOT like that? Or were they.. Damn it ! Why couldn’t she remember. She was quite sure he did! He was saying nothing. How ? How to get him to open up and talk to her and show her ?

Dark Justice had found its LIGHT. It wasn’t justice this time , but Alchemy. Prince Azar was a master of Dark Alchemy and he shone with that knowledge deep within him.

Lost key.

A Dairy of Secrets.

Dark Alchemy and Starlight , our Dark and Mysterious Prince Heston Azar. He was rich. He was glamourous. HE was shy and full of depth. He was captivating. HE was very, handsome and a Genius, with his Art.

The Key had been stolen, many moons before.

King Chad had put out a decree, a REWARD , to be given for anyone who could unlock the mystery of the Lost Key.

Ellarya Prime had asked her new King , to help her find the Lost Key, to the Ancients Diary. She had to negotiate with King Chad. He was a keen and skilled , in this craft. She knelt before him . He was pleased. As she knelt, she looked up at him , with that knowing look, he asked for the doors to be closed, to his Throne Room. The decree was declared , shortly after her departure.

Dark Alchemy. Ellarya remembered !Smiled , deep and wicked! Cold steel !

The Lost Key just had to be found. The Ancients were calling. Powerful and luxurious Prince Azar had held the key at one stage. If only he could remember where he put it down. His Prime was not going to let up this lifetime. He knew her well, their vibrations were the same frequency! She didn’t remember everything. HE wasn’t sure if he should tell her. She was more than light. She was dark too. Yes, he needed to remind her of why she was dark like that and how that came to be. She had been his student. He smiled with his memory, and why the Key was lost.