It was a small slightly bent oval. It was made of some old mix of hardened glazed clay. It was grey now, maybe at one stage had bright colours and pattern on it. The mud came from the base of Annapurina our home base mountain for this clan. The mud held its strength and power.

The glaze came from blood , feathers, bones, sinew and tendons of the sacrifices that were made to say ” thank you” to those that be ,that made it all happen. It was pounded with mortar and pestle , the same that ground the spices and herbs that made up for medicinal purposes. Blood was dripped in and the deep earth from our mountain was added. The mixture was blended that formed the clay and was moulded into shape, a small lid that must have fallen off and lost to time. The glaze was made by liquifing the clay and own family blood to bind the ties were added. This blood came from all Celestial and Diablo beings, they came down and spilled and dropped and left back into the above as they rode up the mountain into the skies above and up and out within the Universe that had created our Worlds.

The Inkwell was gaining all its strength’s and was fired in the deep belly of the Mountain and came from its hearts. Within the base of the Mountain was our Ancient’s Cave. It was a home. It held comforts and the heart breathing fire of the Mountain.

The Cave had all the home comforts. It had lounges and pools and crystalline drappings and drippings from within the Mountain herself. She provided everything and there it was the Oval Hessian Carpet , the Original. It had come from this mountain. Weaved by its people that held , those special properties. It was the same and linked Carpet that was in Stefano’s home. Araswati ‘s was not from Annapurina’s Base Cave . Araswati’s had been placed there by Stefano from part of his own . He wanted to be sure, when the time was right, it would let see , what needed to be seen.( the Umbral Lord , always being one step ahead , his bigger plan, to keep his world in place , or so he thought )

They had been linked at source , same group of friends one way or another. They never left each other in time and space.

From the heart of the fire within Annapurina, the Inkwell was fired. It joined with the flames and was transformed and held its gifts and secrets. IT was extracted carefully and the black blood ink was poured in. The Founding Enchantress herself called her Red Peacock over and pulled the feather that would become the Precious Red and Green Poisoned Pen that Elle treasured so. Founding Enchantress was the spit image of Bindi.

It was Bindi, she was one of the Founding Enchantresses at the Base Cave within Annapurina . She held within her the gifts of both Dark and Light and she passed them down her line, coming into our world again and again. She was born and passed and not into the void but back up into the heavens to be cast down again and re-born. So , it would go and Ellarya was come to pass in this life, same mother and this form.

She looked at her Dark Lord as , she slipped out from him. He was so very beautiful. She whispered to him, are you ready, He said, I am. She summoned the Peacock Pen from the hearth and where her nails and dug and left marks, she took the pen and and etched down in the grooves. He bite down , not letting a sound escape him.

His blood had been siphoned up into the pen. She took then released the pen into the air and it fluttered over to the Inkwell, stationed on Heston’s mantle and let his blood be released.The Pen had its own set of flairy wings , that remained hidden ! Only a few could summon them into action, Ellarya of course being one!Heston was not ! The Red Peacock Pen had its own powers and gifts ! It was symbiotic and dependent on this host / user to bring those gifts to volition ! Only at times of extreme stress could the Peacock Pen overcome and utilise its own powers ! They were gifted to use in defence of the Prime and the prime alone , and must be the family’s Prime , and have the posses the heart of Annapurina herself !

It started to hum and glow and spin, the Inkwell did. It was dancing and enjoying this refreshing addition.

Elle didn’t leave his side. He said to her , before you start, he whispered to her ,”you need to heal me”. She did!

He got up and took out his stringed instrument and played. She sat at the lone desk , pulled out the Ancient parchments and began to write.

She addressed to to “HIM”!

HIM: what has been done to me and my children – is really wrong.

Just sort things out for me . Please. She sat and cried as she wrote and remembered. Her Dark Lord , came to her and wiped the tears. Don’t cry.

She said to him, Heston they are ANGRY Tears now, LET ME SHED THEM, as every word is written, there is less love and more HATE. IT brings me closer to YOU! It releases the PAIN within of what they DID!

DO they really think they will get away with this, I am going to write every word that was written, every note that they sung and every blend of vengence, I can get with the poisoning of this Pen.

I want to go home. TO my home.

I want a home that is my own.

the one- I gave up for you and the one I am in now.

IF , I had thought for one second , that you wouldn’t keep your word, any of you, I would never have moved.

Why would any of you do that to someone?

Why, she asked him again and again. why would you do that to me

Why would you let , yes, the other series of HIMS , in her life ,to this to her. It was all from “HIM”, the Master of the Umbral and Pre-Umbral Shadows. He was shadow caster and he was powerful. BUT , he was NOT her Songbird.

Her Songbird , was the most BEAUTIFUL, the MOST TALENTED of ALL the Songbirds. and despite everything, She would always hear his call , first and foremost.

Ellarya raised her head back and SCREAMED :”I HATE YOU”! Dark Lord came over and strummed and said ,”SCREAM IT OUT , LOUDER BABY”! HE played.

The Dark Lord was in his element. He played and danced as if on a stage and all the Worlds that existed were watching and listening. She moved with him and danced with him , as he played. He lay his instrument down. His breathing and thoughts were heavy and targeted.

The palm tree with its small oasis pool was there. Opposite it was the writing desk and the chair was toppled over and papers were strewn and crunched up beside it. The versions she didn’t like . The ones that had to be written and re- written to get it right! .

Heston called her over. She had been summoned. Student it is time. She was so pleased . He stepped into her and her back to him. She felt as his hands explored her and caressed her and finally , yes, he found that spot.

She turned her head as his lips , kissed the nape of her neck, He sucked her and brought the spot to nice warm glow. She was starting to feel her legs not work. Her wings came out and kept her upright. That’s it. Her clothes had been shed as he let her be exposed completely to him. He eased the Pen from her hand and then pierced her neck with it so that a blood trickled out. His lips and tongue were there to feel it as it ooze over and into him. His hands continued to roam over her and he said to her, that blood oath you took, I can taste it.

She didn’t move, as her blood revealed more and more. He let the drips role over his own tongue and the reveal was intense. She truly now HATED THEM ALL, including HIM.

How delightful. Come he said to her as he saw and felt this HATE within her. “Yes Darling, the time has come, we will get them ALL”!

“Ultimately- he had been more important to her than bricks, mortar and blood ties. Believing in someone to that depth can over take you in sense and sensibility. The need to ” help” someone , no matter who they are where they come from, anyone rich or poor , in sickness and in health , until death do you part. ”

She had left HIM with those thoughts.

With Lots and Lots of LOVE

NOW, it was very, very different. What would the Red Peacock Feather reveal next ?

Yes , and onto the next words of “wisdom” . Ha ha ha. Do you recall when it was said, ” I am your best friend too”. Do you recall that cheap trick that was played at the time. Yes, someone did have to surrender , one way or another, but the truth is , you don’t really get to have it anyway you want it at all.

She sat and remembered and the hot angry tears felt again. She had shook her head and the spot that had just healed over opened . He had been stretched out on the bed sideways, just looking at her sit and write . Her wings out , so ,delicate . She sat and the blood flowed quite nicely down her into her back of her wings and then spread out into the veins of her wings and glowed. He saw them open wide and pulsate with renewed energy. Her mixed blood oath combined blood , renewing and being absorbed within the wings ‘veins .Her

energy being renewable and charging her .

Her blood was darkened and black and glowed a beautiful dark purple now with black flecks of gold and haematite and silver. He could see the darkened flecks of her Songbird ‘s blood still within her. She was electric and she was renewed !

He turned over on his back and positioned himself and waited for her. She sensed his need for her once again, laid down her Pen and went to him.

She remembered the cheap tricks , she had surrendered to in the past. They weren’t right then and not right now. The times had changed and anyway you need or want me didn’t play or feel the same anymore. Did she really want what she had wanted ? She did! He had been her very best friend. He always had been. She really didn’t need to have to make a promise to their Moms. She had tried to speak about it once , but got shut down and yelled at. Araswati was now a creature of loathing and pity. Elle wondered about that old saying: once a liar, always a liar”.

Somewhere deep in her heart, she had worked out the truth from the lies. She had worked it out as good friends and lovers always do. You want to see those you love be the best they can be and be well and happy . You want them to fly and be joyous in their choices , work and life.

She sat and remembered and wrote, ” SORRY”! She had not wanted to UPSET HIM.

AND she remembered it all, it flooded back:

Giovanni taking her money and spending it on his back room little harem and trips .

The Jankus ,all seeing and knowledgeable ,would have to admit to WHY he did what he did ! If he didn’t , the Keepers, would get it out of him.

HIM & HER – to be FOREVER TOGETHER in HATE, Simplicity, Barren and tied to one another into Eternity, bound by the deceit and betrayal they perpetrated, ALWAYS.

Elle laid down her PEN, and pushed her chair back. She would have been quite anaemic , with her blood loss , her wings replenished , absorbed , flowed and glowed dark and her desires and heat raged . She looked over at Heston and went to him. He had been waiting for her.

“ I need sealing and healing” ,she said to him ,in soft subtle and inviting tone .

“OF COURSE MY DEAR”, Heston said. He was more than happy to oblige and let his Darkness overwhelm and fill her with the LOVE of HATE! It was a world unto itself. Different rules and ways and so much to explore.

The Inkwell had just gotten started, the Ancients and the strength of Annapurina were going to AVENGE for Elle.

THEY WERE ANGRY too. The Universe and all the Worlds felt their anger.

Her Songbird Sang.

She heard his lament for her. Hers for him.

She cried for him , all over again.

Heston held her and SMILED; she was in his arms and domain now.

Not HIM.

Not her Songbird .

He laughed and kissed and “huggled” her with that particular thought !

He drifted off into sleep with her essence within him , her beside him.

They were content and happy , knowing that things were getting very , very dark between them .

Darkness had found bliss 🌹

The Inkwell was still !

Too still 🖤.

There was a small flicker from within , it was just a small ember .

An ember that was from the heart of Annapurina and her “clan “.

Ellarya was the head of this Clan and she had the heart of Annapurina , herself 🌹🖤💋.

Lying there in the Darkness , with her Dark Lord , that fire and glow began and build .

She was very very angry indeed , love and been overwhelmed , and that fire within her from LOVE , itself , became a glow to remind her , who she was and where she came from!

Ellarya wanted to go HOME 🌹

She really really thought about it for along time : I HATE HIM.

SHE MEANT IT and then she thought about crying ……

She didn’t !

She was finally ready to “FIGHT BACK”

The Dark Lord kissed her 🌹💋

She was ready 🖤♥️🖤.