Prince Heston Azar went down , then up ,to his bedroom floor. He kept it simple yet luxurious. He had plenty of room and kept it sparse. He had one of Elle’s works on his walls. She had done it for him , so many years ago. It captured a moment in time for him. She was so young, he was surprised she even knew about it.
Taking a bow to any string instrument is special and unique. He loved experimenting that way. Her painting was like that , it resonated the stars , stairs going upwards. The sprays were irregular and reminded him of tears and starlight together with the splanter of blood , on angel wings. The dark and the light together. What fun they had the day , she created this for him.
He had a lovely palm tree , with a small pool for relaxing. It was like an indoor oasis . He went and placed his hand on the trunk and then pushed his hand inside it , as he revealed the secret compartment , and there from that trunk, he pulled out the old deer skin, leather bound Diary that belonged to the Ancient World of Ellarya Prime, of them all. It was their story, all of them, and how they were all combined and together. Those that loved truly, were not ever to be apart. They would always find each other in the next life. Elle was lucky her Starlights had found her ! They were all together again.
Heston sat on the edge of his grand bed. He opened and looked at the blank pages. He put the palm of his strumming hand on it and tapped out the required rhythm. He felt the surge and closed the book.
Heston moved and laid down on this bed. He waved the curtains closed. The starlight within his room was dimmed. He nestled in under the covers. He went into trance to receive and ” read” , what had been transferred.
He was flying to the depths of her spiritual home, the base and source of many with gifts and powers. He was flung into the depths of her mountain from which she came. He saw her there in the heart of her mountain home and there surrounding her , he saw her Songbird’s wings around her. Surrounding them was her “clan” . Her people from which she came. Towering over her were her mother and grandmother: the spirits of Mahaji and Dhanya, never far.
He looked and saw a small glow, it came and floated and grew strong. All the hands came out to greet and collect the glow, the spirit of someone close to Ellarya had passed. She was sad. He had to go back to her. The clan rejoiced at the life that was in both their worlds and the Spirit soared. The mountain home called her forth.She joined the Spirit World within the heart of their mountain.
It was time, for Heston to bring them all home, which he did. He brought her home with him. Their Songbird floated back as well and up and out. Heston awoke.
He came back into his room. He got up and put the diary back, within its safe-haven. He held her secrets. He knew her strengths, her weaknesses and he held them close to his own hearts. So , hard to mentor this determined Primling. She was his student always. He still had much to teach her.
He was surprised to see her Songbird’s wings within her beating hearts.He also saw that simple small black spec and one small dark purple one, that belonged to just him. He was there to teach and secure her knowledge within his dark mentorship , which would always bind them together. Her heart strings were tied and blood bound.
He remembered the trial that placed him there. Yes, the diary revealed much! Next steps was to conjure up her Primal Star Elixir, the healing drink , that prevents her from bleeding out and rejuvenates inner soul vibrations.
Prince Heston Azar smiled. He had found what he wanted. He had found and felt her hearts and source of her strength.
Sadly, during that trance, someone had passed over. Always a privilege to see such an event. He had to find out who it was and what happened.
As, he placed the diary back into its secret place, he turned and saw Ellayra sitting in his small pool. She had curled up and was also in trance. He slipped in beside her and got pulled down into her “bubble world. She had successfully, crossed her worlds over , into this new presence of darkness , with Prince Heston Azar.
They went back to the trials , that brought them together.
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.
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.
He had curly black hair, a lovely smile, his eyes shone and sparkled!
He was glitter and shine!
As he held up, in his powerful and skilled hands, his sabre glimmered before it struck.
He sent out vibrations like a sonar radar.
He hit hearts and minds.
He was very special.
His gifts were plentiful and his heart generous and kind!
He forgave our Prime, her transgressions. They were the best of friends in this life, as for the past, Elle didn’t remember it sometimes as clearly as she would like. They had past lives togethers. They came to her in flashes.
There was a new Prince in Rosedrop World. He had taken up Residence in The Barracks. He was the new Commander of the guard. He was a Drake Ryder and he rode the Empress , herself. He was her Ryder and he had come forth from the depths of the Portal , before it closed. He shoved Tristan and Parian aside, scampered through and made sure the push he gave them landed them in the Vortex of the portal.
Tristan with Parian, depart our story, with the arrival of our Persian Prince: Heston Azar. He was an expert Ryder , that is why the Empress was his. He had come back to her and his origins in Rosedrop World, the Mushroom, beside the Butterflairy Tree, which in fact , in grown up language, was simply palatial and it glittered and sparkled with the warmth of our mysterious Prince.
Our Prince, found Ellarya, sitting on his mushroom top, as he came out. Where have you been Heston ? How long has it been? Why now ? Best get to the Barracks and sort out the Guard. Yra has all the children. The Empress has gone off to supervise , all the little Draklings and the Unicorns.
A New Songbird had been called.
A New Prince had arrived.
King Chad had taken over as the HRrH, Honey Rock Royal Highness , in the land. He appeared on the 7th day of our Celestial Calendar days , this time round, otherwise known as our Sabbath Day.
The Jai ladders had been hit, they unleashed their Generate and Ellarya Prime , found the Celestial 7 had sent her HEROS to connect and be with her.
They came.
They picked her up, after her fractured hearts had been shattered.
The Songbird, the Persian Prince and the almighty HRrH adventures, had just begun.
Empress Drake Rubyna surveyed the 7 draklings, the Unicorns of both dark and light , she called the mothers and said and why don’t they all have Ryders as yet ? call the parents – all of them and march , everyone of those children in here!
We need to get the Ryders assigned. She made it sound simple. Of course it wasn’t . Kids , animals and magick with practical and masterful jokers on the rise ,was trouble .CHAOS , of course , as always, trying to rear its Ugly head.
She had left them behind, Stefano, Giovanni and Tristan ( with Parian )and she did not EVER play their music again. She stopped believing in them all. “Honour Wall of Souls of the Bravely departed , held their PRIDE, the hopes and dreams , of days gone by. Ellarya Prime left that intact, although she had to mend and pck herself up , from the tatters they left her in, and the children. They just didn’t matter to her anymore! She knew they would be pleased. Their Music and their hearts stopped beating for her. She refused to hear, see and feel them. She passed them over to their own fates and left destiny and the Celestial beings to deal with them.
Where was Zsod?
Going back through the portal, before it closes, Prince Heston, looks around his domain, in the Land of Zsod, Prince Heston Azar was Supreme. He had stories of his own.
Ellarya would have story night with all the children, draklings and unicorns, one a week Only , on weeks , the flashes of Heston and Ellarya came back to her. Heston would pick up his Mandolin and play along.
In the distance, the Songbird would sing . He could sing to anything. His Call , always hit and touched and connected with Ellarya. His Song and resonance , only heard by her . Her Songbird’s call was UNIQUE to her and her alone .Only our Prime felt , heard and saw this. Dhanya brought her to see him once many years before , in a small cottage , that was hidden and secluded , in a distant land that was far , in space and time , near and close in heart, soul and mind .Ellarya held her Morher’s hand , still very young and looked at her Songbird sing ! She said , to her Mum , “isn’t he beautiful”.She looked at him with his wavy blonde hair and blue eyes . He looked over at Dhanya , and then he his gaze ventured down to Ellarya .He held her , their eyes locked , in a binding stare ,for what seemed an eternity to Elle. His eyes danced and smiled , his heart full of love and whispered promises , left unspoken.Time would have to wait and develop and grow.
Elle knew then , that if ever , her Songbird called her ( when she was big enough of course ) , she would have no choice but to drop everything and answer his call!
Would that happen? TRISTAN was a FLAKE ; she should have known better !
What are the chances of that ? She should have given up on her promise for Stefano, long before she did ! Giovanni , finally had to return to his other family and life for good ! Something Ellarya always knew. Just as well, he was a bad news bear , always trouble and when she thought about it turmoil always surrounded him ! Not great for Elle and definitely, not for the kids !
Sunilal and Dhanya , always used to argue , it was what Elle knew : love and arguments , seemed an endless cycle ! Elle wanted that cycle broken.
WELL, that’s right , the dye had been cast , and the dice rolled . Destiny and fate decided to take part. The Magic 8 ball was in play for them all .
Our new King , HRrH, CHAD , he would simply Rock their worlds, all of them.
There’s a glance . The water flows . The trees grow tall . There are whispers in the wind , I hear your call . As, the water flows , waves begin to form. They build slowly , feel the pounding , as the waves come together . They explode , with force , as the waves touch , surge snd blend. They move back and forth . The water flows. It soaks all it touches. Their love is like this . It flows and beats within. Nourishes and surrounds . The source is the Songbird’s Song that hangs in the wind . Tiny whispers that touch , like the waves , as the water flows. Sun rises and falls , as long as the water flows . She will hear her Songbird’s call , those whispers in the Wind . She will feel it all , the good, the bad, the sad. She will always belong to him , she always has. Her Songbird’s call , those notes that dance and sing , nature’s music. The water flows . The trees grow tall. The Songbird sings . Such are her whispers in the wind. Her Songbird has called 🌹💋
This was the way, Elle got spoken too , by Araswati Kurgha.
Elle was helping her, own time, own money! It was a full-time job in its own right. Demanding, unappreciative, assuming that it would go on indefinitely. Not ever saying ” thank you” , by treating her well and speaking to her with respect and appreciation. Nooooo. Elle got abuse, after abuse after abuse from that Kurgha.
No one kept their word.
No one paid her back!
On and on it carried on !
Every ” dog” has its day!
Just “YOU” wait.
Elle left in tears , everytime! Her efforts always shot down with some sort of personnel afront , attack: look how you are sitting, look how you are chewing, you have to use the bathroom again? You are walking too loudly, stomping around like an elephant. ……
You need to come on Saturday , early evening , to help me with my Daily Living Needs. I can’t do it by myself.
Drag her out ! Away from her own family , friends , taking up her weekends !
Ohh , just sit with me! I had a wash before you came ! So, while you are here now spend the evening with me! Wrecking every weekend with some kind of emergency, garbage, all of it! Same as ” kicking off , every Friday”! Just the same but worse. This was her” friend”, her “Prime” , doing this to her!. The worst kind of abuse was dished out to Elle, worse than any man in her life, ever: before or since.
This really trumped them all.
Green Eyes, well that one, trumped them all.EYES were NOT Green at all. They were aquamarine , with Gold and Purple Flecks. all her companions, never mind, his hands were “gifted”, very special.
Always cried and carried on about what happened to her ? The Victim had become the perpetrator. If it was thought that what was done to Elle was any less horrific they were all wrong. It was prolonged , sustained and collectively perpetrated.
How ?
Why?
She did not understand anymore!
Being full on job, mother and she had her friends all of them to keep happy also , she was tired! Just sat, listened and literally put through the worst times ! Forced listening to complete and utter rubbish that was NOT produced by her friends!
Crap !
Crap !
And more Crap!
Please go get me some crispy, salty, fried anything with loads of ICE CREAM Shakes. You need to go, I don’t care that it is midnight. I don’t care that is is 2 am.
I want .
I want .
I want it now.
Stomp of the feet.
Stomp of the feet.
Stomping of feet !
Stupid Witch !
Friggin , FRACKING , Elle figured she was , at this rate , idiot primal witch!
A promise is a promise ! If you don’t keep your word , you could loose them all, not just one but all! She wouldn’t risk it! She helped until she was sure they were all safe and well, including that OLD WITCH!
Smash of a glass. For loss of a simple candle light. She had been taken out on a special “shopping trip”. Taking time away from family and children.
She didn’t have any. Couldn’t didn’t care about anything past her own god damn nose.
Stopped taking care of herself. Putting immense pressure on the one who care for her for all the others.
OOooo, do come and eat with me. You aren’t going to let me eat all by myself.
That’s nice what you are wearing. Take it off and give it to me. It will look better on me. I can’t go out. This was my mother’s. I am only going to ” borrow it! She took the sparkly blue scarf and refused to give it back, when it was recalled. She was told, if ever ,we part company this must be returned. Of course the old frump kept it. She was mean like that.
A Liar.
A Cheat .
A Thief.
She was the all the wicked witches put together. She was of course the Durgha Prime, Araswati. Her victim and “slave” was Ellarya. PURE JEALOUSY, was the bottom line!
Misery loves company.
Ellarya worked herself into the ground , doing all that was asked for Stefano,for Giovanni, for Parian with Tristan , for the Celestial 7.
She grew and grew.! One day she thought, just look at what that old Cow did to me. Elle looked at herself in the powder room crystilline, silver mirror, she looked like a slug! She had two spare tires and her babies hormones was not the only cause. She had lost Parian’s twins. HE would not speak to her , unless it was to pull her to him, he could cast his spell and she would be exactly how he wanted her to be. Parian and Tristan were one!
Drop the dead weight around you.
How?
She could not.
She had to keep her word. She did! Her home went. Her profession almost went. Lost her two last babies , until Tristan , found a way to bring them back. She was really pissed with Tristan. All time idiot , he was. She looked at him sometimes , when ,she looked back at this moment , when she reflected and realized… I JUST DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE! Any of you! Mostly true!
She was fat .She was NOT that , that stupid. She finally had to admit to herself, the truth. Her best friends, all of them , had betrayed her and all of her children. She didn’t get angry. She was just very, very sad about them all!
She was not miserable. Elle always found away to be “happy” !
She remembered her mother’s teaching. There was one way to be released. Two things had to happen!
Fat friends, like misery like company. Elle didn’t care. NO matter her size, she always looked good. She looked inviting , kind and her partner (s ) always found her and that really just pissed off everyone , who knew Elle in her “Prime”! What they had not realized , was that Elle, had yet to reach her Prime. She was still developing. Araswati was deliberate sabotage to Elle for Stefano. Giovanni watched , because that was the voyeur , in him. Tristan with Parian, always found a way to be the centre of attention, or be there with the centre of attention at the time, craved it, he sure bloody did! Elle laughed at some of his antics. He sure was funny at times.
How could they betray her so ?
Ha! Elle thought! She thought and thought and thought.
OF course it happened. She asked her Mother , to intervene and make it happen. Elle also asked her ancients, starting with her grandma! She knew they would NOT let her down.
The Spirits did , what was asked. Love transcended the boundaries of earth worlds and beyond to do this for Ellarya , their loved and cherished child.
Araswati said the unthinkable: “I DO NOT LOVE ,STEFANO”, and once more she said it as Elle was crossing into her dwelling, THRC with a hidden weapon, a sharp sword behind her! She had broken the promise, the spell. The bonds and ties had been cut. YOU never, ever, greet someone with a sharp weapon , as they cross the threshold , from the world , into your dwelling. It cuts the love and friendship. Ellarya felt it all “flutter” away from her. The bonds, the ties, fluttered down into the earth from which they came. They reached the flutterlanes as they touched the forces that held those bonds, they dissipated and disappeared to become of the past, not the present anymore, releasing and allowing a new future of possibility to take hold for Ellarya Prime.
Ellarya, felt a surge within her, her own gifts and being , and power that Araswati had been masking, were released. She had been bound by Araswati. She was released from those bindings ARAWASTI had broken all their ties. Ellarya was now completely and totally , PRIME! We have said this before, but this was now at a new level. Ellarya would come to learn all of this in time. Dhanya had told her about this, her learning and how each year it would develop and grow.
Ellarya felt it, that surge., knowing in time she would learn the nature of.
Stefano cried out! Ellarya heard him.
Ellarya was released. She never had to return to that fat , selfish , horrible WITCH! Let her rot in her own stew. Let her clean up her own vomit and mess ! Let her sit in her own stinking smoke infested hole. Let THRC be overrun with rats, spiders, beetles and the horrid creatures that can keep her company. Let the dark smoke infiltrate. With that, the false facade of what Elle, had seen within THRC, was broken and she saw the place dilapidated and cracked and broken , the roots that came through the wall. The worn upholstery , that was thin bare and worn. Stuffing missing from the furniture. The hearth, fallen in places and broken and functional. She saw the witch as she was harsh and cruel , filled with HATE .She had ,had for life and blamed everyone, for what had happened to her. IT was in fact one of the saddest moments of Ellarya’s life. Despite all that she had been put through, Ellarya had her ” humanity” and still felt for this pathetic shell of a being in front of her. She had truly loved her and it just melted away. Araswati had flown ,elsewhere and betrayed Stefano, Ellarya , their world! All that she had taken care of and given up for the love of Stefano. No wonder their Moms were so worried about him Just look at what , he had tied himself too. Love knows no boundaries she thought. We love who we love. Let it all just be. His choice. She hoped he would be happy, eventually.She hoped somehow , they would sort it all out and be happy someway, together. Regardless, She knew Stefano would be more than “OK”! Ellarya had assured that herself!
HE WAS!
Before she left, Ellarya, looked at Araswati and said to her, Good Bye, Be Well, take care of yourself. Let Steve know, I will be in touch with him soon. She smiled , her smiled and went out immediately to Lord Admiral Stefano’s place.
He was waiting for her. I am sorry , my Muffin, was all he said, as he took her into his open arms , once again.
Elle smiled. Stefano was always her best friend. She stood by him , as best friends do.
She didn’t care about , all the horrible, disgusting things Araswati , put her through for him. She would do it all again for him. She knew, she felt it.
Fat friends, get even, she made her fat too. Took everything away.. or so , she thought. She couldn’t.Be wary of someone with falseness , it will , show through, eventually. Ellarya had listened to all her Dhanya & Mahaghi had taught her. She protected herself and her children, as , she had been shown, everytime she crossed , that particular threshold…..”JUST IN CASE!” Thank the heavens, she listened and followed those most ancient of protection that belonged to her through her Ancients.
Stefano would always love his Muffin.
Giovanni had a piece of her heart. Stolen , but his all the same.
Stefano ,he had given Elle a piece of his. heart. Ellarya would never take one step against him, ever! Everyone should have known this from the start. He did! He always did!
Tristan, just, would “rock ” up or send Parian. She was well pissed with them both. Go on she thought, get out there and be on the Road, that long, long every lasting , non- ending Road. Hit it and stay there , she thought! What a man!, the pair of them.
Ellarya never saw the Durgha again!
Getting even- had not even started !
She licked her lips. She spread her wings. She flipped from horned self , to Poison Avy , back to herself.
She looked into the Silver Celestial bowl and saw what she had become. I am going to fix this.
She decided , she had taken the worst that Araswati had to offer her , this was her form of friendship. Ellarya decided better. She left Ary,now known as her true self ” ARA” with everything , including her guys. ARA C/ ARA D /ARYC , part of the Celestial and Diablo 7! Ara would always be OK. She flitted from side to side. She tottered that balance beam and with her emotions, could cause a storm , a natural catastrophe, such was her power. It was gone , for now. Whether that was her intention, part of her role to put Elle through all of this and then release her in the cruelest of ways? Elle was never sure. She held onto a degree of hope that it was not a complete , betrayal and all part of a larger plan. Time and future events sometimes have to be revealed , retrospectively , she learned. It was all part of the achieving and fulfilling process, and it bloody well hurt. Blood was spilled, over and over, Elle’s blood. ARA had passed it all to Ellarya in that one swift motion: her actions and words combined. Ellarya had a direct path to the Celestial beings, it was part of being a feminine being & essence and PRIMAL.
Let them be.
Let it just be.
Let all the music , play on.
So , it did!
Stefano was back at work.
Elle had done her duty by him. Her promise kept. Her best friend was happy and back at work. She was so very proud of him. He looked just great.
Was it worth it all ?
Of course it was!
AND , Ellarya, picked herself up from her powder room , went out on one her drake. Came back to be Mom and took care of them all, all but Araswati. She never saw her again by choice. She really did leave her. Let them all take care of her the way , I did , she thought. They can’t even ,with all of them together , they couldn’t. And that is how she left them. Together , well, happy and to take care of the Dhurga , themselves.
Elle concentrated on her children,her drakes,and being the best PRIME in her own right. She had earned it!
Giovanni called! Get on with it! You need to sort out the GHS! I am watching you. What else was new! He had been watching her , since their school days. Like that, was ever going to stop. Man, he , really was just difficult at times!
“ALL RIGHT”! Elle, shouted back at him, coming out of his powder room. She did take a very long time , in there. She looked into the Celstial Silver Bowl and remembered it all! She had brushed away the tears, with the memories of the viciousness and harshness ,with which, she was treated. She cringed , shook, stifling the PTSD symptoms with the associated memories. For the longest time, she could not talk to anyone, on a personnel level. She isolated herself. She got herself into a better way of living. She had lost her concentration to read long prose or literature. She started small with word puzzles , the ones she used to due with her Mum. She got some real puzzles and played with her children. She cooked and helped them to learn to cook. She sorted through all the clutter of all the homes! She got a good job with a a back to work programme with support and mentorship.She just worked and worked. THAT ,She could do.
Clear space. Clear mind. Positive Energy and thoughts and actions. She did indeed DROP , the Dead Weight around her and herself.
Giovanni, sat there looking at her! Just what have you been up to in there ? I thought, I was going to come and drag you out! Really Elle, don’t keep me waiting like that again. You better NOT be thinking of anyone but me!
Promise me, he said! You love me the most don’t you? Ellarya looked at him , smiled and said, ” of course” , I do, as she crossed her horned tail with his scorpion one!
Getting even , nah, leave that to the sad and pathetic, the Durgha’s flame went out for Ellarya. Love of friendship with her was truly lost. Not ever to be rekindled , or trusted again.
Ellarya had defeated , all the odds and got back to work at her own and new GHS! Gio was right!
OF Course, HE was always bloody right!
She missed him when he was gone! Got over him! Time would tell!? She did! Life moved on beyond them all!
Frumpy Fat Friend , getting even!
Nice try!
Ellarya was steel and coldly, determined.
She would not ever let them know, how badly, they had hurt her. How sad she was , how badly, they all sat back and watched ,as Araswati mistreated her.
Gold Eyes with Purple flecks , background of Aquamarine , let her down. She could not bare , that horrible Saturday. IT all ended that day with him. Elle got very sick. She managed to find her balance . She got up. She left him behind ,her hearts shattered. Life moved on! She mustered the strength, to stop the bleeding, to mend her hearts. She got up and she got back to work.
Her hearts had been shattered, as they shattered and broke and splintered the bands that contained the PAIN of the Degeneate and the Filth were opened and released into her. She had met and succumbed and assimilated all the requirements of her Primeship! No one tells you that , the last step is complete and utter despair. You are placed between life and death and passing into the West. You have a choice to release the pain and go into the West, let the Ancients come and take you. You sail away and continue your Journey, waiting , for the Wheel of LIfe, in the Heavenly Skies ,to bring you back once again. She was going over, into the West. Elle had finally succumbed, those AQUAMARINE EYES, with the “gifted and special hands” , succeeded where every one else had failed. Dhanya had warned her about those those Gold and Purple flecked Eyes. She didn’t really get it. Ellarya did not expect that from him. She fell and bleed. She was going to bleed out, her hearts having been completely and finally crushed and shattered, by the power that held her hearts , in those precious hands.
Elle crashed.
She had crashed into a new and bright light, a shining Starlight. The Starlight surrounded her, picked her up! The Starlight was hers. It was her Starlight. She healed and got up. She would , now, attached to this inner glow, would NOT ever let it go! The Starlight healed her and she found a new level of being and raised herself up with the pain and being and understanding she was and is a PRIMAL FORCE ! She had joined into the next level of Primeship: renewed, refreshed and whole.
Shattered hearts had stopped bleeding. Starlight healing.
It was Elle’s and Yra’s children, who finally made her see and she devoted herself to them all. The little draklings and the older drakes saw it too. The Jesters danced. The Diablo 7 rang its bell. The Unicorns came and raised the roof. They came in a stampede to protect Ellarya. Their horns glowed , they bowed and charged. They let their glow, their force surround her ! They found her Starlight ! She was going to crash into that Starlight and that Starlight was going to shine within her ! The Universe was NOT going to let Ellarya Prime go just yet. She still had work to do!
Elle knew there was the next battle to fight, getting even, turned out to be the best thing that happened to her! She found that inner strength , she never knew she had.
HER Starlight had found its home, Ellarya Prime, cherished child with Starpower, gifts, Moonlight and Starlight. Her blood glowed with her Starlight.
The Kurgha got her wish, Dr.Ellarya Sierra Brandyn, doctorate certified Herebral Alchemist & feminine PRIME , never looked at her with her face again!
Yes, they barred her , but they could not hold her down or back. She left and told them all to ” SHOVE IT” ! Go on keep it!
They did!
They watched her fall, and fall, and fall.
SPLAT.
Darkness.
Nothingness.
Emptiness.
Despair.
I don’t need to get up.
NO one will miss me , when , I am gone.
NO one will care.
I am gonna stay curled up in a ball and never get up……..
MOM, Oh MOM …. we are hungry! The drakes are here! We need to feed them and we are all out of their Special Food.
Can , I go to Aunties’ and get some and see how our sisters are doing.? We decided to make breakfast ourselves.
Ohh…..NOooooooo! She thought, Scrounged up in her duvet, actually it was Giovanni’s how did she end up in his room, yet again. Oh yeah!
Never mind that now, she swung her legs up and decided that the disaster kitchen of kids getting their own breakfast would not happen today. She rushed down and whipped up breakfast… Nope you are all having some special tea and toast with Bloomberry Red Devil Jam , their favorite. The tea was sweet like Chai and a special natural blend and creamy with soya milk. The red jam was a nickname for strawberry jam with a dash of black pepper. That was all! But they loved it and full cream butter made out ordinary cow’s milk. ( there are something’s that are just as good as they are, so leave them that way , ha ha )
She rushed them off to Yra’s! Giovanni emerged. She hadn’t realized he was still around. Before she could say anything, he grabbed her by her hand and said , sit down. She looked at him, you mean at the kitchen table. NO, my office, come on we have work to do! She smiled at him. NO, I mean work!
Ellarya , did not really know what was wrong with her. She couldn’t be pregnant again! She had all the babies that were predicted. Giovanni said, we have to get your GHS back! What are you going to do about those bigots ? The ones who don’t know their asses from their elbows, think , they know it all because they are connected and are going to bully you out of what is yours! Are you going to let them.
Ellarya said , YES!
Giovanni slammed his hand down and changed. His horns came out, Elle just starred at him, he was her mirror image exactly! How ? She asked him ? “i didn’t know “! He looked at her and said, “I stole a piece of your heart. How didn’t you know “? HE stopped and sat down changed back and cried! “You don’t really love him more than me , do you “?
Gosh, Elle , looked at him balling his eyes out! “What is it Gio, tell me”? He didn’t tell her. He stood up and said, “ Well you just bloody well think of a way to fix this! I won’t have it , you understand me! NOT one bit! You find a way to fight this! Don’t you think for one second, I am not going to watch your every move in this.
You remember your ties to me remain always, the unbreakable strand will always connect you to me. I have stolen a piece of your heart. You can never have it back. Never”!! !
“I am going to see our daughters, over at Yra’s ! Gosh all the kids are playing and the drakes. Do you know she still has all the little unicorns and both the dark and light ones are there . They aren’t leaving or separating they are as if they are part of the same origins, they are just playing side by side and they don’t know they are NOT supposed to be playing together. If only, it would stay that way when they grew up”.
“You better get over to Yra’s for dinner. She told me to tell you, its your turn to make dinner for everyone. The Great Drakes are coming to help take care of the draklings and baby sit for awhile. All the older siblings , have gone on strike. I sent them all to be with their cousins in the real world. So, just you , me Yra and all the little ones.
Come on hurry up and you better think of something, or it’s back to the Butterflairy trunk for you! And i won’t let you out”!
“One more thing, if YOU EVER see that GUY with the those AQUAMARINE EYES again, you will go into the VOID. No one will be able to find you”.
Yes, Ellarya’s life was a mess! She had kids galore. She had her best friends to take care of; She had no practice, no money and no means. Yet, she found a way to be happy and cook and do all that Gio expected of her. After all, he was still her best friend from school,sometimes she just saw him that way!
Damn it , she thought. She really had forgiven him. It was the only way it was possible to go forward. She would not bare it , if anything actually happened to him. Because , your childhood best friend will always be your best friend .
This chapter is dedicated to my best friends, from Grade 6, Lower School. They all know who they are. All our courtesy cousins, my aunt and uncle and to the next generation of children. I love you all! RIP, the ones who have already passed over. Not forgotten. Say ” hi ” to our Moms. Love to our Dads. All the good times we shared. For all the ones yet to come.
Ellarya looked into her heart and remembered her friend. She remembered the good times, and decided that Araswati,Kurgha was forgiven. She could turn into her forms of Kali and Durgha . She could rage against all who actually hurt her. She was equal to and worse than. She was a destroyer of anyone , who tried to help, believe in her, give her blind faith and love. Once more she hurt children. She lied all the time and was 2nd to her nature. She figured that everyone owed her something! She stole life and power from anyone , who was suscepible and would kick you if down. She had no qualms about hurting and taking from children. She had turned into what she had loathed , a pathetic creature of “GREY” substance. She was destined to wonder the lanes. She would remain as such, it was now decided until such time , as debts were settled , and compensation for harm caused rectified.
She was allowed by love of what she once was to remain in The HOVEL, slow and low. Ellarya and Yra hoped it would return to brighter happier days and colour and the waters of life would return once more.
The Flutter Lanes now moved and circled around Ellarya and Yra. Ellarya insisted that her 2nd remain with her and refused to let her go. That Essence of Friendship was always there!
Ellarya was Primal ,, Solar Sunshine cherished child and moon essence. She face the unknown and looked into those “AQUAMARINE Eyes ” , that hurt her so, and decided : Banishment . With that thought, the love that would have been between them into Eternity broke.
Ellarya was ill and spent five days mourning her loss. She had hoped that somehow, the Aquamarine Eyes would just show up, set aside the ” rules” for love and just come and whisk her off. For the very least, just send out that call.
She waited.
She hoped.
She prayed.
She was desolate and alone. Feeling drained and forlorn. She heard it … it came through in a whisper. It grew louder. It was such a sweet melody she heard. The sounds and reverberations stayed with her throughout the day.
It was the calm before the storm. Before , the next level of despair.
Always , the degenerate , try to bring you down. She knew it was coming. Tried hard not to fall into the trap. She knew how they worked. She knew it was the Kurgha’s doing. Never mind, there was only one thing left to do: FORGIVE!.
Ellarya’s hearts soared, relieved of the pressures of her betrayals, all of them.
The sweetest of melodies was now playing on her heart strings.
Going back to where we left her. She was riding high on the Draconus Angeles having conquered all the steps to get to him.
They were all whisked back to Rosedrop World. The portal was closed.
All the babies, and their mothers, the little unicorns and draklings. The dark and the light celebrated in Ellarya’s success. The auras came out in an array , a blasts of glory. They danced across the skies and the colours of the rainbows came out , both dark and light elements. Rosedrop World and beneath were lectical, as the tinselly sound of the dancing skies , hissed and whispered through the air.
Despite , all that was done to her and going to be done to her., Ellarya was happy. All the babies were healthy, her friend Yra was well and happy. Giovanni was making sure she was happy. This pleased her immensely. Why wouldn’t she want her best friends, together and happy.
Everyone went back to work.
Ellarya , tried to enter her own GHS, she was barred.
This is the next adventure in our Prime’s story, her despair and triumph over the cruelest of systems, that displaced prejudice and lack of understanding of illness , mental health and most of all ignored religious respect. Isolating and punishing hard work and basic of rights. The right to just be able to choose to help someone , because simply you could.
This Entry is dedicated to SL, Vicar, who taught his parishioners Jesus words, about blind faith and help. Those particular sermons, rang very true.
Ellarya Sierra Prime decided the time had come to let them all go, into the past.
She broke those bonds.
She found the way.
Very Simply – all she had to say is ” I DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE!!
All the ties were broken.
She looked at Steve and said, I will NOT ever play your beautiful music again, UNLESS , you come and make this right. She finally faced the fact: her very best friend , had let her down. He didn’t deserve her love anymore. She remembered being held down. She remembered being hit and beaten and spit and stomped on, demanding that she let go of her love for him. She refused. She never thought there would be a day , she just didn’t love him anymore. IT wasn’t that! Her love for him changed. She walked away. She let him go. LET him be free and happy and let him be bound to Araswati into the Forever. Let them be bound to spend of their days and time together. Let him be her keeper and do it all himself! Let him do all the jobs , Elle did for him, for her , himself. She remembered the daily jibes, the cruelty and how they all watched. She let go of hate. She let love in for herself!
Elle had faith and belief in herself. When the Universe and the degenerate and the fallout, came. She withstood it all and found her way. She understood, she was PRIMAL and SHE WAS PRIME, cherished child with star power and moonbeam essence flowing with in her. Why didn’t he tell her the truth ? Perhaps , he did ! It was many many moons before. She needed to reach deep to remember. Let him go. It was for the best. He didn’t care what she went through to say to him: ” I love you” ! Not , anymore.
Tristan was best , they went their separate ways. She never saw his blows coming. She stopped loving him that day. Best leave him be, he takes drastic steps and falls so low. She would not see him, anything but , the most he could be, it wasn’t love, it was just being a ” friend”! He had not broken her heart. He shattered it. Her hearts were splintered ! She had to find the way to piece and knit them back together. The silver and gold flecks congealed and blocked her leakage. The waves went out and they heard her silent cries in volumes: just keep him safe and “happy”! I can’t help him anymore! Those blows by Tristan were the worst. They beat the black eye. They beat the bruised and nearly broken wing. They beat the hot , so very hot water that was thrown on her , that stung her eyes , her chest , her breast, her arm, her leg. It beat being forced! He trumped them all! She never saw any of it , coming from him!
Giovanni, had all he wanted. He had everything he ever dreamed of and more. Elle looked into his blue eyes and remembered all their lives . She saw him as she always saw him. She remembered, that first time they passed over together and the promises they made. She remembered , the good lives and the bad ones. She recognized the bad ones now outweighed the good. IT was time. She snapped the last fibres of the threads of their bonds into the past, the present . A grain into the future , remained intact, she couldn’t break free fully. The small speck in the blue of his eyes, remained embedded in a corner of hers. That was there, Just in case. They would have to face each other one , last time, to be free of each other and say simultaneously – I just don’t love you anymore.
Does that actually , come about ?
Of Course it does! Ellarya was going to look him square in those blue eyes of his and say , they aren’t green. I just don’t love you anymore!
She left them behind and delved into the year ahead , into the Unknown!
Today, is dedicated to my Mum and Dad , married 66 years ago today. Miss you Mum, everyday.
A Cherished friend , who helped me start this day , of memories both happy and sad , by sending me a ” SMILE” , love and support , in words.
ButterflairyWorld.com 