The Diary of the Ancients ,was dark and mysterious and in the possession of Prince Azar.

He kept it locked away, special to him. All his time with his most precious of students. The one, was destined to be his Prime.

Elle’s Starlight Bright Essence of her husband, had healed and left her. They were blood bound and never apart. Heston found Elle, sitting on the table, by his chair ,waiting for him, in his Grand Reception Room.

As he walked to her and took his seat, she slinked over beside him. She wrapped her wings around him and said, what lessons are we going to have today ? She walked over the side board . She delicately prepared a plate of his favourites.

She pulled a chair and sat down beside him. She brushed a dark black curl aside. She leaned back and looked at him. He took a sip of his morning juice and when he finished. He pushed his chair back, without a word, he made the motion.

Ellarya stood up and flew up and around the Reception room. She twirled and spun and sent out sparkles of fire and blood that burst into delightful bright outbursts of light and fell ,as STARLIGHT FIRE , , to the floor. The flashes went out in all directions along the stone floor and dwindled out and vanquished. She flirted down beside her Master and said, to him,” I am ,ready for you now”.

Down they went, she slipped back into the bed teaching chamber. He let the shades of the curtains fall closed. She laid down ,once more ,changed and dark for him. He said, no “Featherlight Starlight ,today”.

He rang the steam bell and the room filled with his Hazy Purple Mist. The air was filled with the scent of Purple: liliac and violets and forget- me -nots. This particular blend , meant to invoke ,the hidden depths of memory, that one may suppress. Heston, picked up his Mandolin and played the darker tones ,that would lull Ellarya into her trance.

Heston said to her, “tell me.” She revealed to him, “I can’t, I don’t remember.” He played on some more. He took her deeper. He took her back in time. He went through it in a kaleidoscope of memories , until they sort of stopped and crashed. The SCREAMS came out. The TEARS fell. He watched as , her mind revealed and played out. Physically, she had started to bleed out. He made sure , it was contained and replenished , and re-absorbed. NO harm, would ever come to her ,under his CARE.

The little girl had disobeyed and was being punished. Something was taken out and she was beaten. They watched as she cried and pleaded and no one could help her. The little girl’s supposed protector , did nothing to stop it. She had gathered the draklings, the baby unicorns and the littlest and youngest of the all the progeny and bound them under her wings. The protector had left Elle in between her and the Rage of the Storm. It went on and on and whirled like a hurricane. The little girl was left to stagger to her quarters, with no assistance, no food, no help. Ellarya went to her own quarters. She cried and cried. She swore she would NEVER let that happen to her. IT , never did. However, the worst , had not as yet, happened.

What had caused, the outrage? The little girl and broken a candle. She broke a Silver Candle. Ha! Such , a precious commodity indeed. Treasured and it seemed more important to the adults than the little girl , who had tried to fix it. She had lite a match without permission and tried to melt the wax , so it would repair itself. The little girl had lite a match without permission, without safety and that was what caused the RAGE. The implement was a hard slipper, hard leather slipper. IT crashed down on the little one , who tried as hard as she could to get a way. It left imprints and wheals.As, the Rage had taken over , at it held her ,to its own devices and beat her down, until the knees were down and bruised and bleed.

What was this ? Prince Heston, looked at Elle, as she let him see.

The days ,were different way back when.

The times ,were different too.

The attitudes and explosions were wrong.

Today, those actions and behaviours , have been outlawed. They have been safeguarded and the times have changed.

Prince Heston looked and saw ,the young Elle with her hearts, crying out for the little girl. She was older than Elle. Elle was too young to do anything. She would wait many , many years, before , she finally said , anything to anyone.

This was her story too. Heston looked and saw , how Elle sat and read. She sat and played. She sat and listened to the sounds of the time and found and felt her way out. She watched , all the little things , she tried to do, to appease , the elder girl, never quite getting there. Elle would then be on the receiving end ,of some pretty cruel “jokes”. She guessed it was the older ones way of getting out of the Rage, perpetrated against her. The protector , never said one word. As both girls grew older, they realized what this was and they made sure it was NOT repeated. The older girl grew up and turned into a hippie , dippie SNOWFLAKE for awhile, before entering into the Nightingale Profession. The little girl grew up into a healer and a caregiver and she was one of the very best there was. She remained deep down, a hippie , dippie Snowflake, with very kind hearts. She never cried. She never let a tear fall. When , she did, her world would stop, that time, coming soon.

Prince Azar sat and played and watched the memory fade. He watched as he saw Elle get up and come and seek him out to heal. It was time to bring her back into the now.

He took the key out and unlocked the diary, he tore out the page and burnt it. He took the key and placed it into her hearts , the gold and the silver and felt them beating in his hands. He knew, he could not undo , those past times. He knew and understood , a little better, how , she had come to him. He hid the key to her Ancients Diary , back in his hearts.

He played and played for her. Until ,he felt her quieten down and change back into her quiescent self. She sat up. She pulled the curtain and tears did not fall, as she asked him , ” did you see ” ?

Prince Heston Azar got up from his throne, his teaching chair. He placed his precious mandolin , in Elle’s hands as , he sat down beside her. This is not something ,he had ever done , with any of his students. He said, “it is time to teach you how to do this yourself”. “I saw “,he ,said to her. He asked, “does your Starlight know “? She looked at Heston and nodded in confirmation , that he does.

Prince Heston, looked at Ellarya , gently and asked her, “Elle ,what was that” ? Elle bowed her head. She put , his mandolin back on his lap , she put her head on his shoulder. His arms, his wings gently held her, as ,he heard the small whisper that said,

“Family Night” !

Starlight came in ,his Butterflairy Form , and said , my wife , needs me.He looked magnificent: Golden and Blue , with White and Silver. He shone outright , with the same purple aura that surround him and Elle. They were clearly , connected , for those , who could see and feel it. Their worlds had all come together. They saw and felt each other instinctively.

She asked them both to sit down.

She got up and found that old keyboard. She pulled out the stool and sat. She played for them.

Starlight and Heston sat and listened. She never played for anyone,ever. They had learned , the “why”. She played slow . with those deep minor chords that penetrated and reached your depths. She played it out, her tearful lament, no words to express , the feelings she played.

Starlight , looked at Heston and said , “do something “? He said ,” what” ,” I don’t know what to do or say “? “How do you answer, something like that “?

Starlight , looked at our Prince and said, “I am her husband, you are her friend and mentor. She has ‘us ‘ now and we will take care of her”!

“Wipe her memory, Heston,” Starlight said. “It’s better , for her that way”.

Heston , didn’t argue. He got out his mandolin and played along and as he played, he healed her, as his music always had. The memory , went back to that part of her mind, where that sort of pain, hurts no more. Its memory fades. The scars heal and time moves along. Pain begets pain. The little girl was back in pain. She was older and nearing the end of life. A new pain was now terminal and would pass with her. Elle had remembered, she had told only one other: Giovanni, he knew. With all her bad memories, Prince Heston Azar, he stood his ground and banished them all away for her, including Giovanni Niccodemus. Prince Azar was far superior , in his being, his doing, his abilities. He was a masterful Dark Alchemist. He spun and played out the spells that would heal and hold and disspate , all that had hurt her. He sent it all, into the void. His kindness, his words, his deeds. His action and warmth and love that surrounded , Elle. He gave her that protective coat to wear within her. They would ALWAYS, be friends.

Starlight , her Starbright and now essence of her being, binded and bound and blended with her, to keep her happy and healthy and well. He swore, he would .

And so , he did.

They, both did.

To all those , who have ” safeguarding” concerns , similar to the ” fictional” episode above , for your real “LIFE” situation : Contact your LOCAL emergency number, or tell your educational adult.

Characters and events are works of fiction, part of an exercise in Creativity and Writing ; no associations with any real individual or event.