It was a dark and gloomy night.

Ellarya stared into the eyes that were watching her.

She felt them, She heard them, then She saw them.

It was time to shut them out and ” HIM” out.

Didn’t work, Giovanni held firm.

TRiSTAN sent out his vibe and caught her inward glance.

He placed her in her own room, in her own home and let her rest.

He took Giovanni and placed him into his own quarters.

He placed himself in his barracks.

He pulled out his Geeny in his Bottle and watched “her” dance.

Geeny was the 7th daughter of a 7th daughter and She was the mother of the 3 Hedge Witches and the Hag herself.

Geeny was a petite little twix of a Sunlight Beam. She could have given out great energy and expelled much Mageek but She choose to be simple and sugary , like on a doughnut.

She had one true hate in her life: ” STEFANO”! She never forgave or trusted him. She had got the opportunity , and told Ellarya all about him. Elle never told a soul. She just listened. She was a Butterflairy in Stealth mode.

The Old Hag never knew.

Tristan delighted in taking the little mite out and pulling her bright and beaming yellow wings. She was also a small very small Scarabflairy. She was akin to Stefano. Geeny’s secret was one of HATE.

She hated STEFANO. Elle didn’t believe her. She should have. Geeny had been RIGHT! She understood about the M &M’s and the two astute ladies hovered: one tapped and fiddled with her tail appendage , the other flickered her wing , like the wag of that tell tale finger.

Back & forth, back and forth, just like the beat of ” the tell tale” * heart.

The hearts had been blackened by Giovanni to steal , maim and hurt.

The wooden shard that had pierced was part of the Christ Cross and stood now within the hilt of that sword.

Tristan continued to play with the Sunbeam wings, then placed her back in her Jar and let her tinkle and sprinkle and flutter about. She was guiding light lantern.

Tristan laid back and asked Geeny to tell her tale. She shone and whispered her teeny , tiny wings fluttered and her voice came through in light song, like a roaming Bard.

And there it was that connection: The Roaming Scarabard Sclerab Butterflairies.

Geeny began her story.

• The Tell Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe