Flight to Freedom, is sometimes an uphill struggle.
Lives can be lost and destroyed.
Worlds end.
Worlds are born.
Tyrants rise.
Dictators Fall.
A BOOK A WEEK
PRACTICE , PRACTICE , PRACTICE
THAT IS A WRONG NOTE!
START THAT ONE AGAIN!
Over and over and over.
YOU will eat , what , I put in front of you!
NO, there is NO Pudding! We don’t do Pudding everyday, Go out and play instead. Here is a piece of fruit.
What do you mean it is too cold to go ” skating”! Minus 20 something isn’t too cold for us ? Is it ?
I don’t want to shovel snow and clear it before it is dark ?Can’t we get a ” SNOWBLOWER”?
Yes, Yes, Yes, as SUNSHINE’ s Shadow, AVA Prime , gathered her children around her and all her friends, remembered her Mother.
AT this time of year, You live for the present, remember your past and plan for your future.
AVA knew she was one of the ” Lucky” Ones.
Read
WRITE
Study
Practice
Listen
Learn
DRAW
PAINT
COMPOSE
CREATE
In the Butterflairy, World of all the ANAMULES, it makes us who we are!
It leads to ” FREEDOM” !
For all those, who have been denied as such.
Find a WAY!
She flew straight into the ” arms” of Darkness , leaving behind all the CRUELTY, that had been passed to her in the Light!
Or did She? She was her Mother’s daughter after all!
As she heard herself say to all her and Yra’s children and the Draklings of both dark and light :
Time to Play, here is some fruit and some seeds!
Wash up, practice or read a book when you get in , “Soups ON”. Warm tummies all around. As the tingle from the cold thawed out in hands ,feet , ears and noses & of course wings and claw toes and long drakey tails. Tails that would grow strong to swipe and swerve. Yes, let them have their fun now. Grow big and strong. Play and Learn. Sleep and learn and grow up in the SHADOW of her LIGHT and WORLDS. She was becoming more Dracon – like everyday. Her bindings with the Dark Lord Prince grew. She had so much to learn from him. She smiled that smile. Darkest Night approaching. She gloried into her Darkness and let it surround her being and aura.
The night had developed and all was quiet. Nothing was stirring, from the days activities. She looked in on Yra. Yra came to her. My lady are you ready? They both spread their wings and took flight, into the deep darkness of the Winter’s Night. Kids and Draklings all asleep. Time to create their last set of twins! The fathers had been chosen and revealed.
To My Mom’s Campbell’s Tomato Soup and Grilled Cheese Sandwiches!
Coming in from a Winnipeg ( Canada) Winter, after shovelling the driveway for our Dad , He did get the Snowblower, but only when we ( we being me) hit University! All that time! Yeah… Shovelling SNOW, by hand! Thanks Dad.
The Humanities ,it is what keeps us ” HUMAN”! Without them we are lost. To encourage creativity and the ARTS at Ground Level and carry it through all levels of Education. Positivity. Well Being. Mindfulness . Balance within self and life to live it.
For Maria Dominique, Big Sister , now passed on! Loved and missed.
One by one they came , had their interlude and let her down.
Did love actually stop ?
LOVE TURNED TO HATE!
When did HATE OVERPOWER LOVE?
She knew the exact moment, moments there were two.
Her Songbird , her chosen Songbird had been ripped from her.
She didn’t cry.
She didn’t move.
She didn’t say a word.
Black blood tears began to pump and fall.
She bleed out with sheer pain.
The Darkness within her came .
HATE healed and surrounded and began a NEW AFFAIR within her.
She knew what was happening and she felt a second wave of fire and heat and pain.
Her Dark band had opened the first step.
She recited her litany and saw the words be expelled into the Universe as the good from within them were sent out as a last plea…………….
Please pass this message on for me, she cried out to The Universe. Let the Generate propagate their fate.
Did the Kurghan ever have to ask for anything twice?
Isn’t it time to try to make amends ?
Did you have to stand by and watch me loose my place of safety and security , my ” Shangri- La” , my home.
I did not have to help.
No she did not.
She helped for one person and one person alone.
She sent out into the Universe the last plea for The ONE, to return her home.
To settle the amounts owed to her, to her alter EGO, to all their children.
To honour the sacrifices that the little children had made for him , for her.
Did anyone care ? She wondered if it was a futile exercise ?
She missed her mother. She was so far a way now. Not an Ocean or planet a way. Her mother was now on the other side of the Veil.
They had missed holidays and treats . They simplified their lives to help , as the promises , empty promises were made.
She remembered the sheer amount of pure ” abuse” she put up with , everytime she entered that Dwelling.
The trips were hard sometimes. The outtings. She wondered if the One had the same on the other side of the receiving end of the line , for it all !
She couldn’t imagine , how hard it was for the One. She shook her head.
She had stopped believing almost.
She welcomed a new way.
She arose from this Catastrophe changed. She flew up and out with her new blackened heart strings. They were being strum and played by Prince Heston Azar, the Dark Lord Prince.
She let the Songbirds’ Call go.
There would only ever be one Songbird’s Call , she would hold onto !
The others would be surprised.
She would always hear his call.
She held onto the most Beautiful, the most talented, the others paled in comparison to him. He was glorious , in his being , his self, his arts, his crafts. No one was or ever will be like him. Unique and brilliant in all he does.
This Songbird’s Call was hers & she would not ever let it go!
A distant memory as the Darkened Phoenix Butterflairy arose , in her Glory.
She called YRA to her and they flew up and out together. Yes, the Darkness had come out and joined forces.
The Jesters danced their dance, long into the night.
The fires grew higher and higher!
They listened and as their Wings fluttered and spun together, they wove a new TUNE, and the MUSIC began to play!
3 Songbirds sounds had been put out, meaning , she would not listen to their calls or cries , sounds anymore, in the PAST!
1 remained, the one that counted, only HIM, just that One, the Sweetest Sounds ever produced by any Songbird, before ,or since into the past, the now and beyond. He was just all there was and is and more.
LOVE TURNED TO HATE, the 2nd moment: she LOST that piece of her heart and hers ripped out of him as well. Love was gone. Love was Lost. Love went into the Darkness and it grew!
Love did NOT disappear, it had changed force and form and feelings grew for the her Dark Prince. Her Songbirds’call, there would only ever by One , that would remain with her. Other’s had been laid to rest , as was all their musical sounds, notes and gifts. Elle was rejoiceful in her choices. She grew in HATE for those who dared to cross , not just her , but her children and her friends. She was very complicated. She felt them all cry out, as she settled them with their sounds and gifts out to sleep. Forever Sleep , she said: you and your music. It would take extraordinary forces to bring them back to her.
The dTHRC was a glitter and a glow. Heston flew in and called his student to him. She came willingly back into the fold and melted into the position , waiting for him to take flight with her. She settled deep within him. She was ready.
At last Dark Lord Heston thought, it had taken centuries to reach this point with her. She would be with him for the next 500 years at least , as his student. IF he managed to get her where he truly wanted her to be, then it would be 10,000 years! He would have to get her to ask him to join her in her Reign. Yes, what a wonderful prospect! He was more than delighted!
Yes, she was ready and her Darkened Bands , all of them began to glow and vibrate together.
Hate had come to Rosedrop World . It rose from within! How dare anyone hurt and betray love in such ways!
Ava Prime and Heston sat together in dTHRC and sat in silence. They looked over onto the mantle and Ava focused on the Inkwell and her mother’s Red Peacock Feathered Pen and she turned into him and asked?
Shall we?
They did !
The Inkwell began to work and the Red Feather Peacock Pen , flew up, dipped itself in the blood ink and began to write, you see it all started with the dip of” that pen”, into The Inkwell.
This particular chapter is dedicated to “Lost Horizon”
Novel by James Hilton, with the Mythical ” Shangri-La”.
My mother once told me , you create your own, so , I am. Dedicate to my own ” Lost Horizons”! The New Ones , I am creating.
There he stood , the lone Drud, he was the Lord High of the Druds. They are the tree worshipers and power of botanical life. They use the elements to keep the world “natural” . Their powers are harnessed from the essence of their cellular make up. The liquid and air and solid matter that make up the cells that allow them to grow. As the natural botanical world grows and develops , so , does their power. It is harnessed into new and old, also dark and light, growth and wasteland, held the balance or imbalance of power within them.
He came and caused the crash!
He came and maimed and killed! He was supposed to be an Air Radiator Healer in the Real World. He had special skills and insights to block and zap and obliterate ” air” diseases within a soul. Supposedly a Special Being, in truth, just another ” Killer”!
The plague had come and with their gifts of Starlight and Moon Essence, the Prime reversed the infection. She withdrew it out of their clan and they all lived. They lived simply , off the land with no grind or axe to “bear”. A lovely docile people , who never accepted strangers to their ways. You had to be born to them, called to them, or affiliated to them. You would always be able to see through their disguises, if, you knew or came across them. Our Prime and her2nd could always see them.
Our student , is still within the bedchamber of the Dark Lord Azar. He was back in his Draconus Dragonflairy form. He wanted her to awaken and change for him! His connections with her had always been intellectual ones through their 7th Eye connections. He had always wanted more. Hence the disguises and his sons and seeds to be with her , as he sent them out. He could then be with her in the ” physical” sense with these connections. He nearly lost her when Alagron was discovered and lost his head. He then lost his head again when this particular Disciple of Darkness , came to her rescue, and another Draconus head was lost.
He had wanted to watch her change for him. He loved the interludes within the Caves. Shame who she was with. He needed to steal that piece of her heart back for her and replace that particular part of her heart with his.
The Drud Lord High, came to “kill” to preserve, “his Clan”. They lived in secluded mountain villages within our Rosedrop World , far beyond into The Amythyst and White Mountain Ranges. They nestled in the foothills and valleys within them. They practiced both dark and light Drudgury Mageeck.
Why, the CRASH, to keep her worlds apart. To try to break her… recall the saying when Lord Beaumont said to her, I will see to it that one by one you loose everyone around you. That you are left alone . I will never pay you back! Because, I don’t have to! I am unreachable! I am so far beyond anything anyone of you could be like, I actually have my head up my own backside! Yeah…. we , remember , how he thought, he was so high and mighty and made his decrees. His voice was terrible He moaned and groaned and croaked out tunes now. He lived off his ” yesterdays” as, his talentless tomorrows carried on! What terrible , terrible things were being said and thought about her heart piece. She could feel it in her deep trance . It looked like she was sleeping. The Dark Draconus Dragonflairy looked into these thoughts and feelings that he had ” happened” upon ..and he knew how to !” Capture” her heart. He was going to use that old ” Bubble” trick !
The Bell tolled.
The Snow fell
Her Songbird had crashed. Blood was spilled. Bonds were broken, love and blood poured out of them both. Our Prime was ripped apart, like when an abdominal aortic aneurysm rips apart and dissects within you. Her pain was intense and it was at that precise moment , within the replay , the Dark Draconus Dragonflairy Lord- did just that, he ripped out her heart piece and Darkness Dug Deep , with his own within her and hers within his. He made the exchange , as blood was let out and love disintegrated with every beat of more broken promises. She had no choice, at her lowest ebb , it came, overpowered her and left her hearts obliterated , shattered threads of her heart strings were now being shredded. On a continuous runway, over and over, never being allowed to come together and heal, she was on this treadmill that lead to the depths of despair. Her Songbird let that happen and she was never quite sure why. She no longer had the strength to fight him. She gave up on him She had answered his Call, and he Let her GO! She was never quite sure why? She never understood , why he called for her in the first place. Did he really think , she wouldn’t answer him ? Try to find him. He was the only Songbird that would ever count for her. He was the Best for her. She had loved him completely. He had let her bleed out! She had no idea , why ?
She was taken , completely by surprise and when she would awake from this, she would have had another name change. Empress AVA Prime , was the other half of the Dark Draconus Dragonflairy. Darkness was part of her, as was her hate. She had learned to ” hate” them all and that was very good. You see it was only ” love” that kept her from acting out and that no longer existed.
The Druds cringed as they realized , their mistake. The Diablo7 surrounded our couple and made sure NO ONE interfered with them. Heston Draconus Dragonflairy Azar, settled himself down beside her and let his tongue feel the air above her. He had snake like qualities in his tongue and tasted the air surrounding her.
He had to see it! He pulled himself aside and with one of his long sharp claws, he cut her, deeply and watched her change!
He turned and acknowledged the Drud and watched him step down and out of his space. He went the way he came, he changed into a SNAKE, joined with his staff , he slithered off and up and out the high window that was opposite the Oasis within Lord Azar’s room .
There was a crash
There was a death.
There was a resurrection of being and hearts , darkened hearts were burned , bred and re-developed. AVA’s hearts had gone Dark. She breathed him in and rejoiced within herself , within him.
Heston felt it and thought to himself, ” at last”! with that , Ava Prime, awoke. She had opened another one of her bands. Prince Azar was so very very pleased. She had opened the first of her Darkened bands. Yes, he was very very pleased. He would ” heal” her pain. Let them all watch, as he overtook her and watch her ” bloom” into this new and powerful force. He had his plans.
Yes, he would need to pay them soon, to assure , no irreversibility. Heston owed the Druds.
Blood darkened heart blood tears, trickled down Ava’s face as she slept. She was being re-coated and re-branded. Fire within her started to bubble and sparkle within her. Her mind started to glow and Heston delved deeper into her and extracted more blood, sinew and knowledge. He continued to bind her to him. He was binding the mappings of her mind to him , as he simultaneously captured her hearts.
It had become worse than it’s own abusers , users and darkest of demons.
It had betrayed ” EVERYONE” !
FAT.
LAZY!
COWARDLY!
SLUG- LIKE!
Sucked in ” LOVE” and then Destroyed it , the power of “Kurgha- Ma”, a ” Destroyer! Not a Creator, not a lover, not even a true Artist, for after all, it was always , just among , amidst , with , ” the Welcher and Friends”!
The Universe would NOT FORGIVE!.
It had decided to let its closest beings know!
YES, the UNIVERSE was going to ” tattle its Flairy tails ” and join them up with all the Sibings.
Double trouble, toiled … as it range the Degenerate ” DOORBELLS” of the Siblings: Mona and Burt!
Let them read and hear , how this Parasite … took and took and took. Lied and lied and cheated , every single “ Speckle” within their “World”
The last piece of work being so very blue , bland and unfinished.
The Prime closed her ” eye” , she closed more into her 7th Eye to see if the connections were still there..
She floated up and out into the above, she called onto all her Songbirds and Instrumentalists to be with her, to hear her CRY and heal her pain.IT was the “only ” way to save the Parasite from certain self- destruction.
The Parasite was festering. It was troubled ! Let every anniversary remember the bitter betrayals it lashed out.
Yes, the Darkness had Risen within her.
She turned the other way.
The Prime glowed ! She Glowed a darkened Purple ,and let it all, “go”!
………………………………………….
Let it all ” GO” ………………..!
For now! Mmmmmmm!
One Black Blood Red Teardrop fell and splashed down! It found its way to the Dark Lord, her Dark Lord.
Yes, he had found her. He would NOT let her go. She already belonged to “him”!
The Dark Lord had not emerged from the Shadowlands , as yet. He had kept his identity all these years.
He held those “Keys” and he knew her secrets.
The Drud appeared.
He placed his staff within the pool within his room.
It sparkled and sprayed, and swirled up the long shaft, snake like coralled skin that was alternating black and gold. It spewed out its fireworks at the alloted time.
Prince Heston Azar stretched out on his bed. He had looked at his Butterflairy , asleep so delicate within his bedchambers. He had pulled all the surrounding curtains. The light was minimal and the room was ” hot” and steamy, was water from the Oasis Pool, bubbled and scented the air.
He hovered above her as she slept. He was a Draconus Dragonflairy and he held the seed that formed the original line of Alagron. He was going to make sure he possessed all of her! Yes, he had to send them at intermittant times to be with her, so, he could connect with her and be reminded of her taste, her smell , her being.
Did anyone ever really think, he would let his prize ” PRIME ” student ever leave him! As she slept, he hovered millimeters above her , Up and down he moved. He let the particle forces between them connect. He took in all her senses. He renewed and replenished his bindings to her. He was compelling her to him.
She was stirring. He gently transformed himself , back to the self , she knew and trusted , so well. He was beside her , as, she flitted awake and turned to him. She moved into him and reached for that single black curl that that hung out of place. She curled , it around her finger and smiled.
Dinner was going to have to wait!
She drifted back into sleep .
She crossed back in time !
Yes , I was going to pull it all out of her and see what it was !
There was a pearl handled pen , like an old fashioned “ Smith & Wesson”!
It was going to be used in the same way ! Words were bullets, the phrases let out like a ” Tenor Altino”,were going to be realized and thrown out! No one would care , they had sung out.
THAT WAS WRONG!
EVERYONE was going to Care what they had done! How very wrong they all were. You can’t harm ” innocent” children and think that it is ” OK”! Gullible and Naïve was in fact plain old Brutality and Cruelty with every ” I LOVE YOU” written and sung!
LIARS
CHEATERS
THEIVES
‘All in A SONG’.
It was floating , the inkwell was special , the ink was filled with the blood of its victims !
The ink was sucked up into the Pen!
The paper was “homemade” and crushed and mixed with blood , bone and sinew !
It began to write !
As it wrote , she cried and whimpered in her sleep !
The Dark Lord held her close and finally he saw , the words !
And so, he went back and saw !
He would have his “Revenge “for her !
He would make sure , everyone knew : every villager , every soul!
When they walked down the street , never knowing , how completely disgusted , all the elements were with all of them !
The plain truth was ” her friends, her “best Friends” had lied to her, used and betrayed her. All she was , was very sad that they had all treated her so very badly. She had deep love and care for them all and would not hold a grudge against them. She had begged and pleaded and done all she can to be compensated , as promised. She never suspected that their word , collectively and as individuals would not be kept. Love does BLIND YOU! Doesn’t it. Didn’t anyone have any sense of honesty, gallantry and promise left ? She was completely STONEWALLED! No one kept their word to her. No one cared about her or her children. Just her , and her Ancients. Prince Azar saw this and flew into a “Deep Dark Rage” on behalf of his most beloved and precious student. She was his gift . “HIS”! Some how, some way , through their passage of time, he had realized , how very much he loved and treasured her. Then, then ,”SHE” was gone. He never thought , they would be brought back together again.
Prince Heston Azar was taking control and decided it was time to reveal “ the letters “, in full ! PAY HER BACK! PAY HER CHILDREN BACK! PAY THEM BACK! Simple ” JUST KEEP YOUR WORD:JKYW”!
JKYW! JKYW! JKYW! with each heart beat, with each hearts beatings. YES those 4 simple letters , joined their hearts and minds and kept them beating together : The Grand Master and his Student. JKYW, Da-Dum, JKYW! Da-DUM, JKYW! Da- DUM , and the heart beats pumped out that particular vibration. He knew she was telling the ” truth”! They all did! As the hearts continued to beat in UNISON, something broke within him and the Rage and LOVE he felt was unsurpassed. He had not ever known a feeling quite like this. It wasn’t just love, it was POSSESSION ! HIS , just HIS, finally, after all this time!
He kissed and nuzzled into her , and fell , into a deeper sleep !
He explored and penetrated her mind. He examined every fold, every curve. made those delicate , delightful discoveries of the ” matter” that made her who she was ; such an amazing mind, along with everything else, that she was.
The Ancients had been right , to bring her back to him! He was after all ,” The Keeper “ of her Secrets now & her soul !
She may NOT have completely “turned “ to him as yet!
He had delved and probed and found her hidden depths and brought them all out of her, to the surface ! She glowed. Behind her eyes, he saw “everything”. How could ” they” each of them treat her and her children like that !
He was going to make sure , they all got what was coming to them !
She may not tell , but “he “ was !
Her Dark Prince had found her and let anyone try and take her from him now!
HE was going to reveal all, for her , whether she wanted that or not. All her Secrets were now his.
The Ancients sat back , took a deep sigh.
The hard work had yet to BEGIN!
Dark Lord Prince Heston Azar was NOT going to let it all go , at all. He was going to Tell ALL! He was going to wind and dine his way and MAKE THEM PAY!
ALL OF IT. Let the Crushing and Cursing weight of the Parasite and all its appendages get wrapped up in their own dungings! SclarabFlairies trying to prevail. They will croak on their tidings of doom and gloom.
Let’s face it ” Croakings” was all the 3 of them could produce now: one blind, one could not hear: deaf as well as ” dumb” , barely speak let alone think he could ” SING” and the other had no feelings at all, an ” empty lifeforce” !
Let the Music begin to play. only those with heart and insight and feelings of unnatural depth and longitude , would feel and see what was in plain site, with much latitude.
Let the Overture play and let the Curtain Rise, the Show had just begun.
The Dark Lord Azar was the Conductor and his student , his muse and source.
We go to: ” NOT QUITE THE ENDING”!
Azar raised his Bow , he strummed , and picked and plucked and the MUSIC SOARED and HE just ROSE!
The Flight of Prince Heston Azar had begun. He was a true Genius and ultimately , the Grand Master of his Draconus Darkened Arts.
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 !
It was a dark and solitude night! The wind was a low whisper. The mist was high. You won’t see me. I know where you live “You won’t see me coming “,he said and gave her that look. The one in her “EYE” and smiled that slow and fearful smile. She said, ” it doesn’t matter” I will always ” SEE YOU”!
She had LEFT HIM! LIFE WENT ON! NO ONE WILL EVER DO “THAT” TO HER AGAIN! NO ONE! 🧚♀️🧚🧚♂️
The Storms raged on!
They fought.
As they had come together , it had broken in much the same way.
HAD IT She thought.
Sleep had eluded her.
She finally slept.
She awoke with her solution.
TIME TO LEAVE !
She awoke.
She wrote.
She went to work!
Her heart preserved ,despite ,24 hours ( that is 24 of their planetary hours) of being a target practice.
Cruel words and actions.
Words count.
They can lift you up and tear you down.
Happy face. Hearts. Angry Faces.
Controlling
Brutal
Emotional
IT WAS BLACKMAIL!
She had been there before?
No- NOT QUITE LIKE THIS!
She left him
SHE Left Him
SHE LEFT HIM!
YES, SHE DID!
He had blown her away and dissolved everything.
HOT
HEATED
TEMPETUOUS
She was not going to fall, like this again!
STOOD UP to STAND ALONE, Much much stronger and wiser for what was to come next.
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.
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