The White Tower was now occupied by Lady Yra and Giovanni’s daughters. Ellarya’s old home , given up for them all. It was a home that was filled with much happiness. Ellarya remembered when each of the babies and their draklings arrived in their home. The warmth and happiness that each one created.

She remembered the playing, the fun times. There of course many harsh times, when her marriage to Giovanni, finally broke down. He went with violence.

He shook her.

He hit her.

He threw hot scalding water , on her.

He punched and he beat her!

Let “him” ( him being Stefano) go, he screamed at her! She refused! She wouldn’t, not for him ( him being Giovanni).

A loyalty , that ultimately, Stefano , did not deserve.

She let HIM go! She let them all go, of her OWN accord!

Their music and light , just DIED, within her. She stopped hearing and feeling their heartbeats, their aura. Their souls were no longer connected , in the Universe. All the love they had and shared, dissipated into the VOID. She never heard or listened to any of them ,again. TRISTAN, being the biggest disappointment.

The Aquamarine Eyes , forever ,now closed too! 7 days , it took those Special and gifted Eyes to shatter her hearts. However, she did still listen to his unique sounds and vibrations. She would always be able to see and feel him, in her heaven. He would remain her friend, into forever. She would always recognize and see him. She had tears in her heart and eyes when she felt him and heard him. She had loved that one, deeply and that’s why her hearts shattered. She did not expect that of and from him, known as The Aeryk.

Opposite , in the dark forest , across the Chesster Fields , was the Dark Tower.

This was Ellarya’s other school, the Master , here was our Persian Prince: Heston Azar.

The path to the Dark Tower was hidden and tortuous ! IT was filled with thorns and pits and mudslugs. Flies and insects and stinging , stinking flying ones.

Woven and weaven ,the roots , that could decide to grab you , hold you and bring you to the Carnivorous Succulent Plants , that loved the taste of flesh. These plants were special , the created a mist, a sound and they had a functioning heart beat that , bounced and pummelled and connected them all.

The Dark Tower when reached, was suddenly there. The path opened to a secret garden. IT was divine in its dark and herberous plants. One that delighted the sensual and lustful side of life. It held many aphrodisiacs and poisons too.

The Dark Tower was encrusted with special jewels. They all had different functions. They cast spells and offered protection. Only the very special would see and recognize what they were.

A lovely grand arched doubled solid oak door way, It was much like the THRC, just above ground. It was a spectacular entrance into a grand open planned Reception floor.

The Reception floor was opulent and enticing. It had a waterfall that sparkled and released its mist. It had grand plants in the central atrium that surround the Amythyst Fountain. A fountain crystalized GEODE that came from the very same mountains of the Daggers that belonged to our Prime.

The Reception Floor had a seating area with posh sofas and cushions to lounge and be lounged. It held draperies and screens to offer required privacy if needed.

It had an oval table with a large and wonderful paired Candelabra, that adorned the two ends of our oval table. Large back plushed Velvet chairs. The cressenda behind was always filled with edibles. treats and Canteenas of lovely liquids , to quench a variety of thirsts. This of course , included The Aeryk’s enticing Strawberry Whiskey Cordial. A simply delightful, after dinner, “mood” , enhancer.

The back of the Reception floor was a pool and series of powder rooms. Smaller versions of THRC, divine , luminous and made for more than one, small enhanced Powder Room Dens.

There were 7 floors down and 7 floors up, to the top Light house level of the Tower. The spiral staircase that were just half steps that spiralled from the top Light House level to the lowest of the Subterranean Levels. Each level had its own purpose and design.

Prince Azar had brought Ellarya down to her old teaching chambers. He advised her to part the curtains and lie down on the bed there ,as she used to after a long day of their studies and endeavours.

The bed was old- fashioned. Dark Ebony Wood. Four Poster Bed with a Dark Crystallized , weave Canopy. Sheer Curtains hung down the sides , with splits to part ,as the Prince desired , when to look and instruct her.

Before she lay down , before him , to observe her , once again, Ellarya said to him , ” where is my key Heston? You had it last. You can’t get into the Diary of the Ancients, Heston. You know , you can’t.”

He came up to her , his intrument in hand, He reached up to her and caressed her hair, as he put the misplaced strand behind her pointy ear. He brought his face close to hers, so their breath exchanged. He did not look at her , he turned his cheek so it was just millimeters away from her and whispered, as he began to play, and sang to her so , softly, in response….. I don’t have to, I am ” the KEY “!

With that , he played. He played so she began to move and glide into position on her bed. He played until she changed for him . He continued to play , as he then said in a very light and delicate tone, tell me what it was ?

She said, he would rape my daughters. She said , he would skin my sons alive. They were still only little. She said, he was going to strip me down, tie me naked to a steel bed and leave me there starved to almost to death. She said , he was going to let my babies suffer without their mother. He didn’t care. He kept her money and spent it. He sat back and lied and cheated. The so many NDAs that really existed. His poor wife , in the other realm, the facade of family and congeniality that he conveyed. She had put those visions , into Ellarya’s head , that Kurghan Dowager . She said such things , about Giovanni. She was so , so jealous of her love that she had for him. She recalled how she berated her for loving him, more than her. The Khurghan did not forgive her , for keeping Giovanni’s confidences, before hers. She said the worst things, about Giovanni. She spoke these words about him , someone , who loved her blindly. She did this , to our Starchild Ellarya , she had served her well. The Khughan : a fake , a phoney , a real pretender ! Hind Sight is a powerful thing , for Ellarya , it ws a great teacher. She had reached out to her Hind Sight, who actually gave her the first hint of what she needed to do .

The Kurghan Dowager was a true , re- incarnation of the worst of those dark feelings , she held within.She danced around the accusations repeatedly , taunting Ellarya with her cruel words about Giovanni.

She had lashed out against him. She tore him to pieces. She made him feel less than he was. He left , never to return,Stefano.

The other turned to solace in substances. His Angel being so far from his reach, He could only have visions that floated around him, Tristan.

The Prince played on and listened, he heard her worst ! The sounds were dazzling with confusion. Just the notes came from our Prince. He played , sat in his throne chair , aside the sheer curtains and watched and listened to her confessions.He watched her as she moved and released the pain, with the words. With that, they too were banished into the past.

The sounds and the tones changed. Heston sent her into trance. He called for her healer. He floated down to her , his spirit. It was lighter , whiter, brighter , like a delicate feather.

Our Prince played and watched as Ellarya’s Starlight joined her.

He departed and left this Starbright Spirit to heal her crushed soul and her shattered hearts.

Giovanni would learn of what his beloved and treasured Kurghan, had said about him. Ellarya would make sure , he knew. All, she ever thought about him, amounted to devious , vile acts . She thought of him , as , less than NOTHING, as , she made these pronouncements about him. Ellarya NEVER , accepted the Kurghan’s words about “her “Giovanni. She loved him, until such time , Giovanni was banished and never allowed to enter Ellarya , her domain, or hearts again.

Heston pulled out the dagger that Alagron had left her, and he CUT that final strand and freed her from Giovanni’s hold. Prince Heston was a Dark Alchemist. His skill , his mastery, he would never let his student suffer. Her darkness, now belonged to him.

He was the “key” . He had it locked , that cold steel “key” that opened the Diary of the Ancients, in his hearts. He wrapped that strand around the steel key in his hearts. He was a Scarabflairy with Golden backed wings, darkened blackened purple tail. He strummed and beat and his wings with precision and grace. He was a Genius and perfection in all that he released.

His skills , in Dark Alchemy were the best in the realm, not even the Kughan could match him. He and Ellarya were Master Commander and student.Always.

Prince Heston Azar, our dark , handsome, mysterious Persian Prince, he could open the Diary of the Ancients, this was the Secret , he held . He held it from Ellarya. He read and knew all about her. He always had.