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The Dowager (Prime) Araswati lived directly under the Butterflairy Tree, within its roots. There was a cave like hollow that canopied over with the vines that formed the entrance and archway. The double door was solid oak that had developed a long time ago. It was warded which meant you could only find it with permission and consent and by invitation only. Ellarya, her 2nd , was there daily at the bequest of Admiral Stefano Beaumont. He was Ary’s partner in Crime so to speak; her “said” Lord- bonded or bondage, whichever you prefer, and the Celestial 7.

Ellarya was just an ordinary girl ,working in her parents GHS (Gourmet Herebral Shop) when Araswati Prime walked in , fluttered in as she was then. Elle was in awe the Butterflairy Prime she was talent and grace herself. Elle served her kindly and was happy to expand on her growing knowledge of Herebral Alchemy, the stores speciality- healing substances carefully conjured and mixed to apply, consume by inhalation , consumption or application. Elle groomed and fluttered around Ary Prime. Ellarya had no idea this was no chance meeting. It had been decided it was time for Ellarya to step into being Prime Ary’s 2nd.

After a series of visits, Ary Prime, as Ellarya now called her, showed her one of her lovely creations it was a Butterflairy in a Honey Dew Crystal Bubble. Ellarya was beyond speechless. She knew that particular brand of work. She had been studying and following the artist for years. She had always wanted to meet “her Arteest” as Ellarya referred to her , herself. She had no idea who the Arteest was. Elle took the Art Creation in her appendageal hands and said ,as tears fell, “its YOU”! You are “THE” Arteest! How can that be, she said out loud. Ary ‘s face dropped. No one ever recognized her. She had not ever come across the likes of Ellarya before . ( Alas, she had, they had past lives together. Rivals, Friends, Araswati- “hated “Elle- it was pure and simple JEALOUSY “.) Ary flittered and fluttered about being inconspicuous , showing her Arteestry . She was so very talented. No one ever recognized her Arteestic work or her. Elle knew it within ” less than a nanosecond” . She knew it. She felt him. He was hovering. He heard and saw everything. He was watching her and Ellarya heard his hearty laugh and there and then , they sealed their fate, a “friendship” of sorts , that would last through time , space and the harshest of penalties. Elle would be submitted to tortuous obstacles for Stefano. She didn’t ever want to let him down. The more she gave , the more the demands came from all sides. She took it all for him. This was her “friend” . She would be damned before, she let ” him ” down. (Of course , there was more to it than that, but very simply, that didn’t matter , any of it. Elle did it all for the Lord Admiral, her best friend .)

Ary Prime knew that there maybe trouble; Admiral Stefano may not be pleased this had occurred. Truth is ,it was Araswati that was petrified. Stefano was thrilled and happy , she recognized “him” , he was very , very pleased, in deed. He had gone down this road with Elle before, she did NOT remember. He did! He was NOT going to let go this time! Neither was Elle. Never a straight road, Stefano was determined. Elle wouldn’t let him down, built into her somewhere from the past, the flicker of remembrance, began to grow.

As time went on, Elle was invited to do a home visit for Ary Prime. She was after all the ” cherished child”! Ellarya reached the entrance via the tree root steps just beside the trunk of the Butterflairy Tree. It was hidden by a knot which you stepped on to open the entrance which stepped down beneath the main trunk of the tree.

She passed through the solid oak double doors. What greeted her was the most special place and surrounding. You had to possess the gift ,have sight and believe to see it all. “You Must ,You Must, YOU Must Believe” Dhanya heard her mother’s whisper in her ear. Because Elle believed she didn’t ever realize that not everyone could see and hear what she did for quite some time. When the realization did hit her; she started to comprehend how very different she was from all her friends and why things that happened to her, she felt so deeply. Why she loved the way she loved and who she loved, often , it was already set in space dust, written by the Celestial 7. Elle was just stepping into the path that was laid out before her. The hope was she would continue on the path that ” they” the Celestial 7 had planned ( plotted ) out for her ( with her mother , of course, and her mother’s mothers simply known as ” Mahaghi”)

The room smelt of spring- summer flowers and sunshine. The floor was soft grass with moss, delicate on the feet and inviting. The room had a stone hearth with a pot over a low flame. The pot was a cooking pot and hung from the iron bar that crossed the span of the hearth. It bubbled a warming brew. Ary Prime had her Rocking chair and her crafting array of paraphernalia, a table, her tools, her paints , her special pens, or printer pad selection in a wonky branch bookshelf ends that came out of the wall behind her. Her crafting table slid in and out of the wall beside the hearth so not to get in the way. The room was always dimly lite. Elle could see the spirits this way. This is how she saw Tristan ,whenever ,he fluttered about. No one realized that Elle could see and hear the spirits quite as well as she did. Tristan of course, he knew, one other, not Ary. When Ary realized, she changed the lighting, thinking it would block Elle’s vision and ability to see and connect with the Spirits present. They fluoresced and vibrations, she not only saw them, she felt them as well. All the bonds grew stronger with each sighting and sound beats that were sent to her.

The room was round, like the tree trunk it was beneath and extended from it. The centre had an oval hessian carpet which was woven. It was cobalt blue and shone and sparked and had the scent of The South Sea. In front of the hearth ,warming herself was Tuffles, Ary Prime’s cat. Tuffles was a special cat she carried spirits and was a guardian cat. Tuffles was a Leopat- part lion, part leopard. Tuffles had a Mane like Jacob’s coat of many colours and some spots that shown green , black and gold. her Eyes were Emerald Green with gold specs. Black, Green and Gold ,these colours bequeathed to Leopats were granted by Admiral Beaumont. The Lord Admiral’s colours were gold , black, and emerald green. Stefano had the only litter- given to him by the Celestial 7 for him to give out to whom he felt was of need. Tuffles had Anamule Flairy Magicika. Leopats had special gifts and powers and properties., to be elaborated , in the near future. Tuffles never went to anyone but Ary Prime. She would hiss and spit and spout off to a corner until she had her Lady Prime back to herself . Only to return to the her position by the hearth after the audience with whom ever it was ended. . This was always the way, until Ellarya showed up. Tuffles went right up to Ellarya and wrapped herself around her leg and allowed her to scratch her neck, rub her tummy and say ” hello”.
Ary Prime said well Mademoiselle you have met my Tuffles approval , she never allows anyone near me. You will do. Please go and wash up before we have some tea. The ” powder room is that way”. She pointed to the other side of the room with some root stairs , going up.

Ellarya mounted the root steps in the wall to the upper loft region of the Dwelling. The powder room was spectacular. The wall was of vines and flowers and the entrance was a parting through a series of vines that hung closely knit together to allow privacy. The wall sparkled with Flairy HoneyDew Drops , on a background wall of lilac and pink daisies . The honeydew droplets sparkled and lite the room. A small flow like a waterfall from rain water trickled over a round circular pedestal which had ancient markings and a central drain. Water collected there an almost circular bowl. It was oval shaped and was made of pure Mother of Pearl ,Opal. Opposite the Oval Celestial Sink was The Silver Reflection Crystal where the HoneyDew Flairy Drops had crystallized into a clear silver reflective surface. Ellarya looked up and saw Tristan in the upper left corner looking at her again. He winked at her and “snap ” of his wings and a blink of Elle’s eyes was gone. Why was he there ? AGAIN! JUST STARING AT HER and that Smile of His… well , Elle thought she was going to faint! She was much older now and He looked the same as all those years ago. Off he fluttered, of course he did a loop de loop before he left -to send out his particular unique brand of Grand Vibes. Ellarya thought – “show off”!

There was a small table of white and pink flowers with a matching stool of white cane that gave off a scent of hibiscus flowers – that was calming and relaxing.

Ellarya washed her appendegeal hands and went back downstairs for ” tea”.

Ary Prime had pulled up a lovely soft chair for Ellarya, patted it beside her pulled out her crafting table. and whispered” tea”! There it was, a hot fresh pot of rose hip tea, Elle’s Favourite .,Rouge being her favourite flavour. A lucky guess- NOT, of course Dhanya had told the Admiral’s mother, Savi her best friend who told her son, who told Ary. Savi and Dhanya were cousins, of course they were family.

All this trouble for one wee Butterflairy. Well Ellarya was the ” the cherished child” and one day too soon actually she was going to learn all about that and why! The chair that Elle sat on was a “Teaching”Chaise. The Chaise was a plush gold velvet , with a mahogany surround an old – fashioned almost figure of 8 backing, that Ellarya just sank into. As Ellarya sat and simply had tea, she was being taught- recipes, spells, songs, artistry, enchantments and chants all being passed to Elle ,as she sat and drank Tea with Ary. The transfer and gift of knowledge was Celestial 7 entranced and was her birth right. Ellarya had no idea of any of this.,This was key. Ellarya’s innocence was part of her charm and necessary for the transfer to take place. Elle was innocent by that meaning of Pure LOVE without hate or malice , a necessity to make the transfer take place. Elle was allowed to love and be loved if that was her choosing. Stefano was clear on this point in particular. She had freedom that way. The innocent love was to be one with the Universe at peace and balance, and only feel those good vibes that the Celestial 7 sent out when they created the Generate. Elle was gathering all of this ; precisely and slow at incremental gradients. If it happened to fast, Ellarya could dissipate. IF the transfer was too slow she would not learn enough to be effective in her role. .Ellarya sat and drank had a lovely visit , spoke of her hope to be a Consultant Specialist in Herebral Alchemy . She contemplated, what was needed to become one. The process of her becoming a consultant specialist in HA. the top of her field had begun with the sips of Rouge Rose Hip Tea in a plush golden velvet chair that had been supplied by the Celestial 7 through Dhanya.

Ellarya looked around and on the back wall of the room there was another hearth like structure. It was an altar. It held Ary’s Silver Reflection Mirror, her Herebral Alchemy blending stock pot and pestle , the necessary Angel’s feather and her Crystal Seeing Reflection Opal Oval Stone. There was a perch upon which a Raven sat, the seeing eye Raven simply called JANKUS. In front of the hearth, a wiccan altar ,known as “Altura” ( mostly everything had a name)A Celestial Bowl of water was there too. This special bowl could spin the waves , of the water within gently and as they turned the waves transformed to waves of time , were water light waves .The waves blended from the origins of the Celestial 7 themselves ,one could see the past, the present and the future. The water drops ran down a connecting vine from the Honeydew Powder Room above. The HoneyDew Drops came down as space particles that dropped down from the Butterflairy Tree above. The particles were the Pollen from the Butterflairy Tree Flowers above.

Hanging from the vines in the root ceiling was a series of daggers- these were the chanting daggers of the Amythyst Mountains. They were made of the hard purple hued Amythyst metal – unique to the mountains and only found there. They were held by the Prime and offered protection when called upon. When called they would swiftly form a battle axe , a small hand knife and a shield to the Prime and for anyone protecting her and in her service. They could multiply as needed to provide weaponry for the the Prime’s forces as needed. They chanted in Unison to keep together and to keep order. Only certain Butterflaries could hear, feel and interpret the chants. The chants helped to empower the Colours of the Rainbow and maintain the Balance of the Universe. They possessed the musical sounds of white light and positive energy. Taylor had that same ability. The gift of Musical Sound to hear the chant was granted at birth or being – given by the Celestial 7 only. Elle was a “cherished child” Created by the Celestial 7. She could hear always hear the chant, the call. She didn’t know what it was . She did learn. One day that chant called her, warned her and saved her life.

The entrance, the double oak doors, the warming hearth, the Altar hearth, the HoneyDew Powder Room , there was one more curve, rather wall that went quite far back, behind Ary’s Rocking chair . just past the Rickety branch shelves with Ary’s Artistry Crafting tools- it was the Dragon’s Sacred Alcove and within there lay- Shivrya and Mymsha. Mymsha had been birthed for Ellarya, to be her companion , playmate and guard her. Ellarya was also a DrakonRyder by birth. In dreamscape , as a child, she went on many a dragon ryde. She got collected and dropped off She would awake having flown and sored the skies.

Beneath the Butterflairy Tree was Prime Araswati Beaumont’s Dwelling known as Simply The Honeydew Root Cave (THRC). Through it ran a small stream starting from the powder room which was from Rain Dew and mist. It then passed under the main room and helped to form the flutter lanes. The strands of energy that passed all around the Magical Anamule Flairy world that helped the energy to flow and keep things in balance. The flutter streams ran and out and around the worlds , into the heavens and passed back to the Celestial 7, the circle of energy from the Source continued and connected all the different realms of the magical worlds that were part of the AnamuleFairyWorld of magic , light ,faith, trust and BELIEF. You Must . YOU MUST – YOU MUST BELIEVE TO SEE , hear and Feel.

Prime Araswati Kurgha , as she was , came into this world ,was not born or birthed. She was created by the Celestial 7. When time began the Celestial 7 decided to breathe out and spread throughout the universe, the Collection with its Feel and its Generate. The Generate was the space dust that came from the Celestial 7 that went out into the Universe and spread. Ary was one of those particles and she had each of the 7 as part of her and she landed in a field of Lavender and there she was seeded and planted. The cave developed as Ary remained in her cocoon pod and the Butterflairy Tree grew and developed.

Ary was pure “Magicika”. She was light and she helped to keep the balance for light, white light made up of all the colours of the Rainbow. Her Butterflairy wings, were like multiple layers that could each reach out and heal or hold like an arm. Her wings held all the Rainbow colours and they shimmered of silver and gold for in her Flairy Fairy humanoid part of body between her Butterflairy Wings, her Blood had threads of silver in her veins and gold in her arteries. She had a double heart – one silver , the other gold- the chambers conjoined. Ary Prime was all her emotions and she was powerful. She could blow and the wind would start up like a hurricane. She would be sad and there could be a flood. The world around her responded to her emotions and Ary had to control them or the balance within her and her surround would be lost. Ary ‘s emotions helped the balance of the weather. Ary had long straight black hair that glowed dark blue a real ” Elvira” look , pasty white facial features. The most beautiful smile- trusting and kind. Everyone loved her and thought her to be the most beautiful of all the Primes. Ellarya was “happy” and trusting every time she crossed into the THRC. She was able to enter because she had consent from Ary , the Celestial 7 and one other. Elle had her own instincts and protection and she had that sheer blind love and faith that would always sustain her and her world around her.

Prime Araswati had a TEMPER, like lemon bitter, completely sour and prickly. Save that for another day. Araswati’s best attributes were Friendship, Reliability, being an Ally, Understanding and quite Demure and when you put that all together that was the essence of Ary and guided all her actions, deeds and thoughts, including her teachings to Elle, the selected ” cherished child”. Ellarya had that blind faith which was instilled in her and she just loved Ary. Ellarya and Ary grew into more than good friends, they were like sisters. Ary had deliberately drawn Ellarya into her life, to keep her “prisoner”. She was a “twisted persona ” Sad but true. Elle did “love” Ary as you could try and “love “someone , an older, not necessarily, wiser sister, but one that simply really didn’t ” like you very much and pretended to do so. It was that old saying: keep your ” friends close and your enemies closer “. She was so much older than Elle in body , mind and spirit. Araswati had a ” frumpy” attitude to life and loved to snack. She was a “Snackie”! Elle hoped that the feelings she genuinely had for Ary were reciprocated . Elle had a best friend which she kept close to her own double heart, only the other knew. Elle had a piece of his heart., and visa versa. He was there when she came into our AnamuleFairyWorld, as was Tristan and one other G.O.N : Giovanni Octavio Niccodemus Scpn.

The ” Unknown” sat and waited. Dhanya and Mahaghi , well, they knew of course, as did all the ” Ancients” that belonged to our Ellarya.

The Universe heard them , Ellarya and her Dragonflairy :Tristan Vincenzo were bonded by their combined words and actions and mutual deep affection and admiration for each other. From those early days grew , matured into a lifelong friendship and love .They had “ their battles “ ; Elle and Tristan were just that way! Love did endure and stand the rest of time for them and their children.

As you look up into a star filled light sky, you can see and feel the vastness of the Universe made up of all the Celestial entities , the collection of 88 Constellations in our Universe from our perspective ! 88 make up the Collective and they send out The Feel , in other places and worlds , it could be more or less. Where ever you are look up see the constellations and in calmness and inner peace you can reach and within there is the Collective Feel , “The Feel”.

The Feel , is that balance of happy versus sad , cowardice & bravery, tolerance & prejudice , good versus evil, light opposing dark .The good Angel versus the dark Fallen Angel, one in each of us depending on emotion and circumstance that we all each have within our person and surround – inanimate or animate, inorganic or organic.

The Collective Feel – had decided to grant Ellarya and Tristan that , “what was said”, but the road to that marriage was not a straight one. Tristan was out in the Elemental World floating and fluttering about spreading his own unique brand of happiness with his Arteestic vibrations, with Jerrick .

The Collective Feel had a super 7 ,the most popular Constellations – they formed a unique group and where the expression for Lucky 7 came from but to this tale’s purpose they are known as The Celestial 7. They help protect The Feel and keep the Universe in a state or peace and calm. This is the endless battle that surrounds each of us and our worlds to keep that peace and calm when things such as jealousy, betrayal , deception and hatred lash out. Warriors are made and Innocence fall and we battle them all in small and big ways often out of our control. We have the ability to help the Collective Feel by doing good , putting out that healing energy that helps. Ellarya’s mother , Dhanya taught her that it is the petite “NUANCES “of life , those kind thoughts and deeds that count !( Elle called them Duances )Always keep those thoughts pure and clean and believe in yourself and your ability and keep that magical sparkle always because that is your essence and is what makes you special . Dhanya drove it into Ellarya – BELIEVE, believe – you just have faith and believe in the ” MAGIC OF YOUR DREAMS” . You are a herbal groomer who heals and you will grow into your position because that is what you are here to do! Elle always thought “yes Mom” . How Dhanya could go on and on , Elle let it pass through her antennae for one side to the next, when she was younger getting on with chores and studies so she could go and play! She heard without hearing and took in all of Dhanya’s mutterings . Yes , those ” mutterings ” that went on and on and on. Ellarya not quite realising that her training had begun. Those very young lessons taught were the ones that would stand the test of time, for the battles of the wars to come .

Ellarya , being a premier ” cherished” child was a leader , she grew into one .She never expected to be but she had been chosen since the time of her being .

ELLARYA was PRIMAL, which mean, she was born with the ability to be a Prime. This was NOT awarded or given, as some would try to infer , much later in our tale. Elle would either step into her Primal role , herself or NOT. NO one could give it to her. NO one could decide that for her. Either she would or would NOT.

Elle felt her PRIMAL gift every single day. She often ” stiffled” it. She just didn’t feel it was quite her, as yet. She would develop and grow into that feeling. She was called and she heard the call. It would grow and develop with time. Dhanya , Elle’s Mum was always her primary teacher and her mother, Mahaji , as well. The Ancients had their cherished child , she would be nurtured into her position, it was more than in her blood and genes. It was in the stars and heavens above.

Circumstances being what they were, she would learn in time she was just that: A PRIME, in her own right. She would STEP UP and forward. She would shield the innocent and protect the guilty. She would take control and charge, like she actually, NEVER , quite thought she could. She would surprise herself and those around her. Her closest would do their best to CRUSH her. She had such FAITH and blind belief. THE UNIVERSE would see and hear and take action.

Elle had wonderful support and friendship around her always . She was full of light and love and she was a reluctant student having to work in her parents shop everyday after Lessons while everyone else played ,whether, she wanted to or not .Elle started to learn her trade ,in her parents Gourmet Herebral Shop, the GHS.

Ellarya shone purple and this was her inner light and peace was shades of that hue. So when you see shades of purple in your surround , Elle has passed, a small little Butterflairy bringing good tidings and joy and peace and strength.

This was her job and like all jobs it didn’t always go to plan. How, Ellarya found herself Prime and the trials and tribulations of having her Primeship and Primeshop bestowed upon her was not a pleasant one. Ellarya always figured herself to be a manager of sorts , and was Second to her Prime Ary. Dowager Prime Araswati, in her time was a grand and beautiful Butterflairy who betrayed her Terrum- “the land” known as the ROSEDROP World ,the small little place that was home to the Butterflairy Tree and it’s surround and it’s magical inhabitants.

The Collective Feel had no choice , by her own words and actions , Prime Ary, fell out of grace , having followed a slow fashion decline in the preceding years . Elle found herself Prime of their Rosedrop World . She could have stepped away . Her life would have been short lived. It had been in the cards, for Elle to pass under the Great Wheel, if she did not take up her Primal Post. Ellarya did NOT pass. She saved this lifespan , herself , by stepping into her Post. The Universe had decided , she would do so or DIE. She did more than just SURVIVE!

Tristan came to be by her side, for a small fraction spell of time.
He stood by her as her friend and guarded her and to this day when Ellarya Prime can not rest she feels the flutter and vibrations from Tristan and she can rest . Until, the “Unknown”, stood in place and took over Elle’s heart completely. Ellarya would only hear “that ” music play within her heart and heart strings. All the others , would be ” SILENCED”! Ellarya would learn that her “Forever” husband , was NOT going to be that! We are along way away from that sad part of our story. One thing about him, he always made her smile, Tristan, despite what would happen to them , many , many years from now.

Ellarya always maintained that sparkle of love and belief that held her and her world together. That Feel she gave off, that was unique and purple and peaceful light and sparkly and full of joy, of innocent childhood love of all things magical and of white light with shades of purple with sprinkles magical flairy dew . This is how Ellarya fought her battles and won! SHE had inner strength , one she didn’t even know she had and belief in what was a born of friendship and love and a promise that she kept always and tucked a way deep in her heart until such time Ellarya felt it could be revealed .

To keep her promise, Ellarya was going to find her inner strength and fight battlers and face the worst of betrayals but she was Prime and she would stand her ground , testing HER OWN resolve through time .

Feel IT.

JUST FEEL IT!

THE FEEL!

The ” Unknown”, sat back and watched , waited and “knew”! He has ” green eyes “! His aura was golden. Ellarya would see this , and only years later would understand what ” that ” was. At the moment, it is ” UNKNOWN”!

A small lavender tree , that sits beside a Red Topped Mushrooms with White Spots , down underneath in the roots – this is the surround of the home of the Anamules. the little animal fairies, some known as flairies .A world of small inhabitants – Anamules of a variety of kinds with magical gifts and special powers.

The surround is tbe wider terrain , that one looks through like a glass terrarium through which you look through to see them.

Flapping around was Commander General Tristan Vincenzo Brandyn , a handsome Dragonflairy. He was tall with a big smile , sleek and thin. Everyone stopped when his wings flapped and made that harmonious sound that made anyone feeling his vibrations happy ! When he flapped those dragonflairy wings – they changed colour , all the colours of the rainbow .Tristan could control those colours with his feelings and his emotions . The sound came out as song and changed as he flitted and floated and danced in the air .On the road – flapping around with the Motorwings . Jerrick ,being Tristan’s best pal , he was a Dragonflairy too, they planned to spread good feeling and warm cheer. Be Merry and happy in all you do was Tristan’s message and you feel sad .. stop be calm and listen … my good vibrations will help you to see and feel all the colours of the rainbow and feel better .

HE is Ellarya’s “Forever “Husband.(Joker) Always out flapping his wings he was not ever around long for many of their life years . She was 5 of her life years when she first saw him ! She was getting a drink , and looking at her self in the pond beside the Butterflairy Tree. She could smell the herbs around the pond a mix of Rosemary ,Thyme, Oregano and Majorum ,Parsley , herbs amongst the mixture of shrubs and water flowers .There were dandelion flowers , elderflowers on the bank with daisies and Bull-thrushes at the edge . The smell and scents of the herbs and essence surrounded the air and filled with a light delicate,serene peace.

He was in the corner of her gaze,. tall and leaning against a tree branch looking down at her and he smiled , she froze and he zapped himself away leaving her with that memory !

The next time , not long after she had caught his gaze , Ellarya saw Tristan, he was at her Mom’s front door with Jerrick .Tristan and Jerrick had just got a new set of Motorwings – a gift from Jerrick’s parents for completing his childhood education from start to finish.
Motorwings is a musical device designed to help them on their new adventure to spread Good Sound and Vibrations throughout the land – having a short road trip planned to try it out !
They came to ask for Ellarya’s Mom ‘s Blessing before they went ! Ellarya’s Mom : Dhanya was Tristan‘s Spiritual Mom, being friends with Tritan’s parents for EONS. Tristan was always family.

Ellarya looked up at Tristan and smiled , he reached down and picked her up. she gave him a big hug and whispered in his antennae ,”I am going to MARRY you” ! SHE was 5 of her life years and really didn’t get what she had said or did she ? She put that out into the Universe and the Universe heard her !

Tristan laughed put her down and smiled , He ruffled her dark black hair , twisted a strand and let her go. He then stooped down looked her in her eyes and said , I will always be there for you . He was nearly 18 of his life years her senior.

Didn’t matter!

Ellarya had found the King of her Heart. He was simply,” Rock n Roll”, for her. NO one else came close or near to him. Ever. ( there would be another Songbird and it was he who had her Call) He reigned supreme for her. There can only ever be one king of any girl’s heart , others maybe part but only one King . Tristan was it ! Of course, things aren’t always what you think or hope them to be. There would be another. Unexpected. Unplanned. Unforeseen. Only the other ” knew”. He was the ” spanner in the works”!

TIME passed and Ellarya grew up . Tristan , when he wasn’t flapping around with Jerrick spreading his good vibrations was actually a Commander General. He was leader of the Royal Guard , his responsibility was to guard the Prime , their household and all those within , including Ellarya.
Ellayra (Elle , became her nickname) did not see Tristan again for a great length of time , many lifeyears after she was 5, but he was always within reach ,a part of her heart , Tristan Vincenzo was her “ROCK” and he always knew it ! You see when he twisted that strand of her hair he bonded with Elle , because she had that” “innocent love” for him that would always endure , grow , develop and mature into a warm, deep, soul binding and enduring love. A love that would be tested again and again by many who came and went !A love that Ellarya never let break , the bond that was made so many years ago just developed and grew ,much to Tristan’s surprise .Not planned , not premeditated just a series of what one might say were chance meetings and misadventures .

Or were they ?

Tristan was playing with Elle’s heart strings.

Beneath the Butterflairy Tree , is the world of Anamules , Animal Fairies and Flaires of a variety of kind. The tree itself being one of life and knowledge. Commander General Tristan Vincenzo Brandyn and his regiment, offered protection against the universal powers of hate and destruction that sometimes came to unbalance their world and betray love and artistry . The Anamules , blend and live and love and fight together here in their home .The smell of lavender , blended with herbs, depending on which way the wind blows .The trickle of the stream that flowed into the pond beneath. A patch of red topped mushrooms with spots , and few purple and blue and green topped mushrooms too!
Down , into the roots that tunnelled and toiled . This is the Magical World of all the Anamules , fairies and flaires , and it’s variety of magical inhabitants and their Prime Ellarya Sierria’s domain .

This is not quite the beginning of the start of this tale, we begin by getting up with a Salutation to the Sun, followed by the stars and the Moon. Needing Sun for life, and created from the stars and becoming children of the Moon, here is my story.

My Name is Ellarya Sierra Brandyn
I am Prime.
On this day ,after 2 years of quiescent and learning – I step up and into my position as head of my circle . Head held high. Step into place with sadness and necessity. Didn’t ask for it – it was a gift of sorts .

The Kurghan, the deserter , no longer Prime, just the courtesy ‘label’ of ‘Dowager’ . She didn’t even deserve that. She betrayed her people and left her Lord ! She betrayed herself, ultimately that was the problem and remains ,as thus .She is in peril , in limbo , between worlds ,until the promises made of the past 10 years are kept.

Ellarya has accepted her position, 2 years ago , when it was gifted to her. She remained dormant and safe and protected , while , she learned and grew into her new role in life. Her name change, confirmed her arrival with active duties. The transfer , instantaneous , when it was gifted. Ellarya received the transfer of power and retains all her gifts and rights as per the ancient rules on this day !Name , simply announces her.

The Kurgha is only left with 1 % of her gifted power to sustain life and avoid pain! Once the debt is settled on this plane – she will have a choice to return to her previous home in the position of ‘Dowager Prime’ with due respect ,her grace has fallen. The other option is to leave to an Ancient home in a different Era -time and place – that being – another story !

Only Ellarya can keep her in their home. Ellarya misses her ‘friend’ but can not forget the bitter betrayal of all they loved and fought for ! There are some that just don’t know how to be anyone’s friend. Support is as promised by the Araswati (Ary).Time will tell. Was any of it worthwhile. Changed the course of life and nature and the Universe sung out , in all directions. The Bells rang . the ladders shook and the fallout was more than immense. It took one’s breath away with FIRE and ICE.

This is my world! It is the World of the Butterflairy. A World of Animal Fairies , magical creatures and beings who fight dark and light: ANAMULES. Anamules live in a magical ,fantasy Universe that mimics our own.

DRAGONS, Scorpions, Snakes and Flying Ants and Bats, Carnivorous Plants, interplanetary travel.

What has been written is now in stone !
The guardians are to take up position !
Ellarya’s – “Forever” husband’s family, the Brandyn Belvederes will take up the Royal Residence ..:. Their Grandma as Acting Steward as Ellarya continues her work as a healer!
Granny Steward known as “Nana” , is only an advisor to guide the young new Prime, a figurehead of stature and grace.

Ellarya’s Dragon, named Mymsha will return to her this night and take her for a ride ! Mymsha’s mother -Shyvra- will remain on guard to protect Ary as she awaits the payment of debt as per her Lord’s promise to the new Prime Ellarya. Araswati will have to choose between him and another.

The Beautiful and luscious, Admiral Stefano Beaumont , an Umbral Shadow Lord in his own right – he can refuse her and leave her where she is even after the debt is paid ! A magnificent Flairy of kind heart and soul , hidden talents and cold as steel-he is a Scarab ,a warlock ,a fairy- a special breed and unique- one of a kind – a Scarab Flairy and this story is also part of his JOURNEY ! Simply , ” Fabulicious”, and somewhat talented, some might say! Just a pirate, born to lie and cheat and deceive , not just himself, but everyone around him. Anyone , whoever heard his voice.

Here is Ellarya’s World – She is a Butterfly and a fairy , a BUTTERFLAIRY. She is magickal , she has gifts and powers. She is in charge. She is in charge of it all! She didn’t ask for it! IT was GIVEN to her!

The Kurgha, Araswati , no longer Prime, now a Grey Moth , lost her colour and her Butterflairy wings changed with her betrayal. She was drab, desolate, a despairing lost soul. Festering and mean , she sucked the life out of anyone who loved her. A Destroyer, with long appendages and reaches. She was BEYOND CRUEL . She lied too.

Still the now Prime, Ellarya, did her best to take care of her and look at all the good qualities she had , or rather once had. The Kurgha always let everyone down. Worst still she harmed children. Everything ‘she’ had ever thought or said about perpetrators against her, she had turned into , more vial and unbecoming. She must have always had this ESCAPE, in mind! Just turf it all to Ellarya.

Ellarya Prime would , indeed surprise them all. Hell, she surprised herself; her mother always knew!

You see the WISPS ARE IN THE WIND and the small other players like small statues – they all have their part to play !

Come join us – into a world of intrigue, mystery , MAGICK 🌹💋 & adventure.

Here is my STORY!

Let the magic of my Butterflairy World bring you, its wonder & enchantments . It’s the joy of both light and dark , that are within all of us and my worlds, come alive for you.

Come and dream and fly away with me!

Ellarya Sierra Prime 💜🌹.