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AND with the Cruelty of those “WORDS”
It All Ended.
She rose without them into the Dark , she had made that change
FINALLY , they said
And they laughed.
The Diablo 7 Celebrated
The Celestial 7 GOT ANGRY 😘😘😘, as they never had before.
NOT with her, with THEM, all of them and HIM!
He was going to loose his POWER & his VOICE!
THAT was going to be the PRICE to PAY

She was in the Shadows, the Shade within the Umbral Lord’s Domain.
She had not wanted to go to them.
Hidden Depths to Emerge.
She was LEAVING
She rejoiced in her renewed SOLITUDE
Solo to FLY ALONE
The waves of light glittered and fell away from her as she flew.
Her horns re-emerging.
Her wings taking on their darkness with VENOM in her blood.
The metamorphosis to Darkness was under way

DO NO HARM

DO NO HARM

DO NO HARM

Perhaps, the Reciprocal was true now: DO UNTO OTHERS AS THEY HAVE DONE TO YOU?

Nooooooooooo!

YES!

YES!

YES!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha…..

Well Someone was laughing , somewhere! The question was ” WHO” was going to have the last LAUGH!

SHE WOULD WIN , one way or another!

On She flew .

She FLEW straight into the Darkness and this time, it had caught her completely by surprise !

Or was it?

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.

She was in the dark.

Sitting alone.

Hands were tied behind her back.

Blindfolded.

Her Butterflairy Wings pinned up.

Head forward and down.

Snip, snip, clip, clip.

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.