Happy St.Patrick’s Day ! May the Lord ‘s Blessing keep you safe ! May his countenance shine upon you every second of the day May his son’s healing hands lay upon you and “cure” you! May those precious and gifted hands of yours always remain safe , warmed and loved ! May his arms surround you and hold you and strengthen you May the Lord’s wrath , smite those that betray and hurt you ! May the Lord’s Grace be with you always 🍀
From the Heart of the depths or Annapurina , the Diary of the Ancients , opened up , the words came out in a deep and darkened voice from the Red and Green , Peacock Poisoned Pen 🍀❤️🍀
An old fashioned Irish Blessing🍀.
Just a hint of a mixed – Irish and Indian accent … the voice came and was heard within ….
And they heard it ,
You have been called home , the heart your mountain is calling you …..
Anna . …. purina…..
Anna ……purina …..
ANNA…. You ARE TO COME HOME !
The Inkwell swelled and swirled and grew and a small thin slit opening was formed ….both the Dark Lord Heston and his student were called and sucked through !
Yes , she was ready indeed !
The Prime and her teacher had been summoned home by the heart of the HEART of the HOME MOUNTAIN, herself 🌹🍀💋
It was a small slightly bent oval. It was made of some old mix of hardened glazed clay. It was grey now, maybe at one stage had bright colours and pattern on it. The mud came from the base of Annapurina our home base mountain for this clan. The mud held its strength and power.
The glaze came from blood , feathers, bones, sinew and tendons of the sacrifices that were made to say ” thank you” to those that be ,that made it all happen. It was pounded with mortar and pestle , the same that ground the spices and herbs that made up for medicinal purposes. Blood was dripped in and the deep earth from our mountain was added. The mixture was blended that formed the clay and was moulded into shape, a small lid that must have fallen off and lost to time. The glaze was made by liquifing the clay and own family blood to bind the ties were added. This blood came from all Celestial and Diablo beings, they came down and spilled and dropped and left back into the above as they rode up the mountain into the skies above and up and out within the Universe that had created our Worlds.
The Inkwell was gaining all its strength’s and was fired in the deep belly of the Mountain and came from its hearts. Within the base of the Mountain was our Ancient’s Cave. It was a home. It held comforts and the heart breathing fire of the Mountain.
The Cave had all the home comforts. It had lounges and pools and crystalline drappings and drippings from within the Mountain herself. She provided everything and there it was the Oval Hessian Carpet , the Original. It had come from this mountain. Weaved by its people that held , those special properties. It was the same and linked Carpet that was in Stefano’s home. Araswati ‘s was not from Annapurina’s Base Cave . Araswati’s had been placed there by Stefano from part of his own . He wanted to be sure, when the time was right, it would let see , what needed to be seen.( the Umbral Lord , always being one step ahead , his bigger plan, to keep his world in place , or so he thought )
They had been linked at source , same group of friends one way or another. They never left each other in time and space.
From the heart of the fire within Annapurina, the Inkwell was fired. It joined with the flames and was transformed and held its gifts and secrets. IT was extracted carefully and the black blood ink was poured in. The Founding Enchantress herself called her Red Peacock over and pulled the feather that would become the Precious Red and Green Poisoned Pen that Elle treasured so. Founding Enchantress was the spit image of Bindi.
It was Bindi, she was one of the Founding Enchantresses at the Base Cave within Annapurina . She held within her the gifts of both Dark and Light and she passed them down her line, coming into our world again and again. She was born and passed and not into the void but back up into the heavens to be cast down again and re-born. So , it would go and Ellarya was come to pass in this life, same mother and this form.
She looked at her Dark Lord as , she slipped out from him. He was so very beautiful. She whispered to him, are you ready, He said, I am. She summoned the Peacock Pen from the hearth and where her nails and dug and left marks, she took the pen and and etched down in the grooves. He bite down , not letting a sound escape him.
His blood had been siphoned up into the pen. She took then released the pen into the air and it fluttered over to the Inkwell, stationed on Heston’s mantle and let his blood be released.The Pen had its own set of flairy wings , that remained hidden ! Only a few could summon them into action, Ellarya of course being one!Heston was not ! The Red Peacock Pen had its own powers and gifts ! It was symbiotic and dependent on this host / user to bring those gifts to volition ! Only at times of extreme stress could the Peacock Pen overcome and utilise its own powers ! They were gifted to use in defence of the Prime and the prime alone , and must be the family’s Prime , and have the posses the heart of Annapurina herself !
It started to hum and glow and spin, the Inkwell did. It was dancing and enjoying this refreshing addition.
Elle didn’t leave his side. He said to her , before you start, he whispered to her ,”you need to heal me”. She did!
He got up and took out his stringed instrument and played. She sat at the lone desk , pulled out the Ancient parchments and began to write.
She addressed to to “HIM”!
HIM: what has been done to me and my children – is really wrong.
Just sort things out for me . Please. She sat and cried as she wrote and remembered. Her Dark Lord , came to her and wiped the tears. Don’t cry.
She said to him, Heston they are ANGRY Tears now, LET ME SHED THEM, as every word is written, there is less love and more HATE. IT brings me closer to YOU! It releases the PAIN within of what they DID!
DO they really think they will get away with this, I am going to write every word that was written, every note that they sung and every blend of vengence, I can get with the poisoning of this Pen.
I want to go home. TO my home.
I want a home that is my own.
the one- I gave up for you and the one I am in now.
IF , I had thought for one second , that you wouldn’t keep your word, any of you, I would never have moved.
Why would any of you do that to someone?
Why, she asked him again and again. why would you do that to me
Why would you let , yes, the other series of HIMS , in her life ,to this to her. It was all from “HIM”, the Master of the Umbral and Pre-Umbral Shadows. He was shadow caster and he was powerful. BUT , he was NOT her Songbird.
Her Songbird , was the most BEAUTIFUL, the MOST TALENTED of ALL the Songbirds. and despite everything, She would always hear his call , first and foremost.
Ellarya raised her head back and SCREAMED :”I HATE YOU”! Dark Lord came over and strummed and said ,”SCREAM IT OUT , LOUDER BABY”! HE played.
The Dark Lord was in his element. He played and danced as if on a stage and all the Worlds that existed were watching and listening. She moved with him and danced with him , as he played. He lay his instrument down. His breathing and thoughts were heavy and targeted.
The palm tree with its small oasis pool was there. Opposite it was the writing desk and the chair was toppled over and papers were strewn and crunched up beside it. The versions she didn’t like . The ones that had to be written and re- written to get it right! .
Heston called her over. She had been summoned. Student it is time. She was so pleased . He stepped into her and her back to him. She felt as his hands explored her and caressed her and finally , yes, he found that spot.
She turned her head as his lips , kissed the nape of her neck, He sucked her and brought the spot to nice warm glow. She was starting to feel her legs not work. Her wings came out and kept her upright. That’s it. Her clothes had been shed as he let her be exposed completely to him. He eased the Pen from her hand and then pierced her neck with it so that a blood trickled out. His lips and tongue were there to feel it as it ooze over and into him. His hands continued to roam over her and he said to her, that blood oath you took, I can taste it.
She didn’t move, as her blood revealed more and more. He let the drips role over his own tongue and the reveal was intense. She truly now HATED THEM ALL, including HIM.
How delightful. Come he said to her as he saw and felt this HATE within her. “Yes Darling, the time has come, we will get them ALL”!
“Ultimately- he had been more important to her than bricks, mortar and blood ties. Believing in someone to that depth can over take you in sense and sensibility. The need to ” help” someone , no matter who they are where they come from, anyone rich or poor , in sickness and in health , until death do you part. ”
She had left HIM with those thoughts.
With Lots and Lots of LOVE
NOW, it was very, very different. What would the Red Peacock Feather reveal next ?
Yes , and onto the next words of “wisdom” . Ha ha ha. Do you recall when it was said, ” I am your best friend too”. Do you recall that cheap trick that was played at the time. Yes, someone did have to surrender , one way or another, but the truth is , you don’t really get to have it anyway you want it at all.
She sat and remembered and the hot angry tears felt again. She had shook her head and the spot that had just healed over opened . He had been stretched out on the bed sideways, just looking at her sit and write . Her wings out , so ,delicate . She sat and the blood flowed quite nicely down her into her back of her wings and then spread out into the veins of her wings and glowed. He saw them open wide and pulsate with renewed energy. Her mixed blood oath combined blood , renewing and being absorbed within the wings ‘veins .Her
energy being renewable and charging her .
Her blood was darkened and black and glowed a beautiful dark purple now with black flecks of gold and haematite and silver. He could see the darkened flecks of her Songbird ‘s blood still within her. She was electric and she was renewed !
He turned over on his back and positioned himself and waited for her. She sensed his need for her once again, laid down her Pen and went to him.
She remembered the cheap tricks , she had surrendered to in the past. They weren’t right then and not right now. The times had changed and anyway you need or want me didn’t play or feel the same anymore. Did she really want what she had wanted ? She did! He had been her very best friend. He always had been. She really didn’t need to have to make a promise to their Moms. She had tried to speak about it once , but got shut down and yelled at. Araswati was now a creature of loathing and pity. Elle wondered about that old saying: once a liar, always a liar”.
Somewhere deep in her heart, she had worked out the truth from the lies. She had worked it out as good friends and lovers always do. You want to see those you love be the best they can be and be well and happy . You want them to fly and be joyous in their choices , work and life.
She sat and remembered and wrote, ” SORRY”! She had not wanted to UPSET HIM.
AND she remembered it all, it flooded back:
Giovanni taking her money and spending it on his back room little harem and trips .
The Jankus ,all seeing and knowledgeable ,would have to admit to WHY he did what he did ! If he didn’t , the Keepers, would get it out of him.
HIM & HER – to be FOREVER TOGETHER in HATE, Simplicity, Barren and tied to one another into Eternity, bound by the deceit and betrayal they perpetrated, ALWAYS.
Elle laid down her PEN, and pushed her chair back. She would have been quite anaemic , with her blood loss , her wings replenished , absorbed , flowed and glowed dark and her desires and heat raged . She looked over at Heston and went to him. He had been waiting for her.
“ I need sealing and healing” ,she said to him ,in soft subtle and inviting tone .
“OF COURSE MY DEAR”, Heston said. He was more than happy to oblige and let his Darkness overwhelm and fill her with the LOVE of HATE! It was a world unto itself. Different rules and ways and so much to explore.
The Inkwell had just gotten started, the Ancients and the strength of Annapurina were going to AVENGE for Elle.
THEY WERE ANGRY too. The Universe and all the Worlds felt their anger.
Her Songbird Sang.
She heard his lament for her. Hers for him.
She cried for him , all over again.
Heston held her and SMILED; she was in his arms and domain now.
Not HIM.
Not her Songbird .
He laughed and kissed and “huggled” her with that particular thought !
He drifted off into sleep with her essence within him , her beside him.
They were content and happy , knowing that things were getting very , very dark between them .
Darkness had found bliss 🌹
The Inkwell was still !
Too still 🖤.
There was a small flicker from within , it was just a small ember .
An ember that was from the heart of Annapurina and her “clan “.
Ellarya was the head of this Clan and she had the heart of Annapurina , herself 🌹🖤💋.
Lying there in the Darkness , with her Dark Lord , that fire and glow began and build .
She was very very angry indeed , love and been overwhelmed , and that fire within her from LOVE , itself , became a glow to remind her , who she was and where she came from!
Ellarya wanted to go HOME 🌹
She really really thought about it for along time : I HATE HIM.
She put aside what she was doing. She fluttered up and around him.
He looked at her with wonder and a mischievous smile. He was always ” Smiles ” with her when she was like this.
She asked him, do you want to see them? or Feel them?
He held his breath? What was she asking him really ?
She fluttered back down and resumed , her grooming.
She whispered to him, I am doing my Nails.Yes, it is part of my more humanoid appearance , but , just what , I can do with them. IT was a light and delicate whisper , that held a hint of promise , in the air between them.
The temperature between them was rising.
Ellarya took the file and handed it to him. He opened her pam and ran it across her palms, one then the other… just deep enough.
Yes, that’s it. As the blood emerged and her blood oath dripping away. She laugheded and changed !
Wasn’t it about time , after all these centuries.
She settled beside him. He looked at her intensely, your Claws are ready now ? My Dear ? She kissed him and nodded and they both looked at the it. It started to stir and swirl and change. The hearth was trembling and the Red Feather Peacock Penn took flight towards them both.
He got out a single piece of ancient parchment , the same that was in the Diary of the Ancients.
They were almost ready. Elle looked at Heston, shapely and sitting with her wings fanned out, her tail flapping around him, teasing and enticing him. Please Heston, my Claws are ready and I am poised.
Yes Darling, it is time for you to wheal your poisoned pen! You do need ink and it can only come from one source.
Heston, She kissed him again, deeply with passion and ernest, Dark Lord, tell me please.
He sat her beside and told the tale of its dark and deadly dangerous origins.
Come Darling, come close to me. You remember your Caves, the Exotic ones you shared with Stefano? She looked at him and smiled, oh can we ? Of Course Darling he said, but first let me take you to the lands from which those Caves belongings originated. We are going back to your Roots Darling.
She looked afraid. She had been told of this , only in passing from her mother. She knew Heston now had the job to continue with her education.
Heston she said, I’m afraid! Heston never knew her to be afraid ever. She must have been told some of what was to come, from her mother. Yes, he would take care of her and soothe and let her know where and how the ink came about and dwelled in the darkest of containers.
Come Ellarya, let me lead you further into the darkness of its Origins.
He swung her to him and answered her, but first, ” I need to feel those nails”!
Red and poised , she surrounded him and dug them into his flesh, as he closed into her hidden depths.
The blood that dripped from them both was deep with darkened glow that flowed like dark purple black velvet, the exact color of the Ink, she would use.
Of Course , it was blood black ink .
Sunshine ‘s Shadow , she cried for her Songbird , she would always hear his call
🖤☀️🖤
His aura and blood ,🩸, remnants a part of her !
SHE CRIED SOME MORE 🖤🩸🖤
She threw back her head and laughed and said , Dark Lord come to me , now !
So , he did 🖤🌹🖤💋
She was ANGRY !
She filled her hearts with hate and shone that dark beautiful glow !
Her Dark Lord revelled in the depth of her feelings , dark , devious and “dirty”!
Yes , what an experience this night would bring !
The peacock red pen , dipped into the black blood ink and began to shake !
It was a poised and poisoned pen that her mother and grandmothers had passed down to her !
The inkwell well that came from the crushed bones , blood and sinew and claws !
Claws that dug deep down!
He felt them as she peeled them down him , and low and behold his own wings emerged and he wrapped them all around her ! Hers around him !
The air dripped with anticipation !
The peacock red pen flew and the inkwell was knocked over with their enthusiastic vibrations !
The Jai ladders shook and the particulate of both dark and light were dispersed !
Sunshine ‘s Shadow arose !
She had finally changed over !
The Diablos smile was weary and the Celestial 7 – laughed .
Dark Lord aimed his axe and impelled her !
The scene was more than delightful for them both 🖤☀️🖤
Pain
Treachery
Betrayal
All were felt and it went : BEYOND the DARKNESS ,
The Darklings would soon emerge !
I HATE THEM , She said !
The Dark Lord looked deeply into her eyes , touched her chin, tilted her lips to his and whispered to her with a deep appreciative smile ,
“I KNOW “!
NOW , we can “PLAY”!
“Dedicated to all those who recognise being dazed and bewildered “
She took that dark dagger and held it. She remembered when it was last used. Why was it pulling her ? Ellarya Sierra Nicccodemus , wasn’t sure ! After her last interplanetary trips , Giovanni had made it clear , she was to keep his name , for their lost son ! Would she do that for him ? She agreed , unless , she got married again ! He warned her , that she was his, in the Dark of Life’s Light, his ” wife”.. She had nodded and smiled ( For now , she thought she had finally found her way, out and away from him, finally. She did love him. Their time had come to an end this time round. Or Had it?Someone , somewhere was definitely having a ” laugh” with them all. IT was all the Jokers. )
There were higher peers and powers within the Darkness ! She knew but didn’t know this ! Giovanni did his best to keep this knowledge from her ! He did not wish to be displaced or overpowered , into having to submit and release her to another !
He did worry ! He knew about a past mentor , she had had , who was far superior in all his skills and could literally steal her hearts away from him! It was one of tbe reasons , he had kept Tristan around and close to her ! If she had to have someone else around her , of course she did ! It was going to be by his choosing ! Not hers ! Ellarya had not quite realised this , to start ! When she did , she was already involved with Tristan .
Ellarya , looked at the dark dagger , that had called and pulled her to expose it and bring it out ! She wondered when next she would wheel it ! Drive it deep into the series of hearts that had broken, shattered and finally obliterated hers .
She felt those dark feelings grow and grow, great love does that!
She twisted that dagger with a stabbing motion into the empty space in front of her ! She remembered the joy , she felt when she had last had to use them ! It was JOY of being not being OBLITERATED herself. She was a WARRIOR AT HEARTs ! She did not do well with DEFEAT! She knew it was apart of learning , growing, developing her skills. She also knew that to gain her bands and positions, defeat was part of the course. Her Dark bands were exhilarating. NO wonder her and Giovanni got on so well. She remembered the extreme CRUELTY , to which she was subjected, DEATH , one time at least. She heard within her 7th eye and joined minds : with all the harsh words , lyrics, and vibrations that had been thrown at her.
The Lies , the disappointments, the cruel reality of what they had done to her! She was going to find her way to be acknowledged. If not for herself , for her children.
She could not believe what she had heard , lashed out at her , from her most beloved Songbird ! Her SONGBIRD. HERS. SHE WAS UTTERLY AND COMPLETELY DEVASTATED!
Several rings of bands began to burn, fire up and BLAZE. White LIGHT bands GLOWED. Dark LIGHT bands BLAZED.
“Go find another “, he said.
She had! She had indeed!
She knew , in her hearts , what was to come!
She steeled and prepared herself !
“GO away!”, He had shouted at her !
She had already LEFT! She had said! He asked for a chance! She gave him all he asked , knowing , he had his own fatal flaws. She could see and feel them, before they happened. The same moves , intuition and 7th Sensations that helped to save and secure her LIFE , her blood, her bindings, her Primeship, all her GIFTS.
She relished in the Light of her Darkness .She refined it! She focused it !
She thought of the two beings , she truly , in hearts , now ” HATED”!
YES, she hated them: for their dishonesty and betrayal. Only a friend , a confidant can do that to you.
The Pain of it , has HATE grew opened and developed her BANDS within the Darkness of Black Magick Light.
The Darkness had gathered and changed her hearts , the gold and silver darkened and now bronzed hearts with iron clad valves and darkened heartstrings, black blood , that deep dark purple hue, flowed through her and the hematite crystals and cells began to develop and reach all the corners of her wings and appendages . It seeped through her and hit her brain and hearts and organs and she grew into her Darkness, and she looked within and saw him: there he was waiting for her smiling: HESTON!
Her hearts rings sang out in despair !The beautiful music that she played and heard ! THE SONGS , they arrived in waves , fully formed ! She mused about the depths , it took to open up these avenues ! She was dazed as this happened; she was not confused or stunned by any of this. She in fact had taken on an Eccesential Flight without even moving her Wings.
Her Dark Bands opened and sang out in”the Blues “! She had her awakening with such tragedy and hearts fallen and obliteration !
Ellarya sent out those vibrations and let her Songbirds feel her pain. Only one would ever be able to connect and hear Songs, feel them, as she heard his , just one Songbird , her blood oath bound Songbird ! Just the remnants of the love , they shared remained. She was devastated. It helped. It heightened the depths of her feelings do. She ran through them all , love, hate. despair, betrayal , yet again! She would have to ride this one out too!
“Get someone else to take care of you”!
She was going to! He had given her permission and consent to Leave HIM. She did! Remnants of their blood bound bindings would go into extinct mode.
“GO AWAY”, she could barely move. Her chest hurt. Her wings, her arms , her head were heavy. The black blood flowed and snuffed out the light particles within her, they transformed her! She sunk down. She sunk down , lower than when Giovanni, had tried to bury her alive. Her breathing was slow and deep and she lulled into sleep. She wanted to just fade away!
She didn’t have to wait long.
Her Dark Lord , swooped down. Heston surrounded her with his intensity and wrapped her up and around her and said, the Inkwell is ready.
It is time.
Ellarya looked deeply ,into Heston’s eyes. She sunk into him, instead.
She inhaled him into her ! As she did , she asked , “Do I have to “?, came out as muffled words! She continued to indulge him! He was pleased ! She had much to learn! She was learning well! He was very , very pleased with her efforts!
He looked at her, he pulled her to him with such movement and brought her to him ! As close as he could manage, with full and complete possession of her, he replied with such intensity, “YOU MUST”!
She cried , out , as she sunk into a pool, of their combined ” dark blood shed tears.
He pulled out the dark dagger and split it , in two. She gasped , with this new found knowledge. All the delightful secrets that were being revealed.
Sharing with such depths of his movements, she gasped , with the intricacies of his knowledge. She was euphoric with the reveal, within her ! He did so , in slow and steady increments.
The inkwell glowed , it grew and it opened wider. She was to dive in and be engulfed by the black blood ink that it held.
The Dark Lord was showing her how to access and use the specialized Ink.
He was guiding her , while prying her, with sensations , information and subterfuge.
The Inkwell had belonged to one of the Paternal Ancients. It had helped pen many a Secret, including some of the entries in her Diary of the same Order.
” Let me see it ” , she whispered to him ,as his lips parted from hers.
“It belongs to me after all”, she caressed him and pleaded with him.
“Please “, ” show me , she let escape from her! She begged, pleaded. He already had her down and on her humanoid ” knees” , so to speak. He was loving her pleading, the slight distress urgency and need for him. He was WRONG!
With a penetrating stare, her Dark Lord, hesitated.
” I will “,” WHEN , YOU ARE READY , for it”! “He pulled her closer to him , as if she was going to leave him.
Ellarya had come to him within the Dark and her hearts and changed and bound her to him completely. He had relaxed the bonds she had with Giovanni, over the last few months ! Finally, they simply fell away from her. Giovanni , cried out as he realised he was loosing his “hold” over her; it was actually ,happening! He thought it was all wrong, and he had been mistaken. He was WRONG!
The way things were , it was only Heston , who heard his cries , his curses , his manoverings , to try to keep the Prime with him ! Heston countered his efforts and spells and the incantations by delving deeper into Ellarya ‘s mind , body and soul! He was surprised , how supple and malleable she was , or so , it seemed.
He watched as she delved and changed for him! He plundered her like a pirate , surpassing Stefano’s interludes with her!
The Darkly and handsome ,rapturous,victorious Heston laughed and relished in this knowledge, He flattened Giovanni’s voice ! He let Gio see that he was the Source of Guilio within Alagrom , all along ! He had never let Giovanni have her or possess her, on his own ! He had under-shadowed and accompanied them at their most precious times ! Yes , he was a “MASTER “!
AND NOW , that she had come to him and said “YES” to him , of her own free will , he had no intention of letting anyone else get close to her again !
He was. Him and only him.
Heston let it ring out that Ellarya Prime ‘s Primal Instincts had actually devoured her light and changed her hearts , so, she would turn to him first, before anyone else.
What do you mean , ” you don’t love us ” ! They all whelped at once !
“She doesn’t love us anymore”, they cried out ! It was almost laughable , except that it was “true”!
Was it ?
Was it really ?
She thinks she doesn’t, love us ! They all thought ! They had let her down! They had betrayed her trust ! They had used her goodwill and hearts against her! They all thought that she would love their little cohort of their choosing combined , over anyone else!
They were wrong and their thoughts and aspirations that they had put into she changed with the change of her light and aura ! All of it went down like a lead balloon, a lead zeppelin.
Just look at her ! The 3 of them cried out : Tristan , Giovanni and Stefano!
It was a complete surprise to Heston , who cried loudest of all! He really didn’t think, he had ever cared that much for her, ever!
Just look at who she is with, the Dark Lord, that Dark Lord, the one that counts , the one that takes and binds your soul into Eternity: Lord Prince Heston Azar !
Him, she is with him, Prince Heston, has her completely enraptured and captured !
He is her teacher, her mentor, her guide in all things. She is completely under his spells and how she loves him. She never loved any of ” us ” like that. Nay, they weren’t jealous , one bit ! They were just pissed , she had found someone and left them all behind her !
They were muttering about her “choices” ! She had momentarily lapsed and old connections caught a glimpse of her new self.
Truth is , she didn’t want to reveal all the letters. She was compelled .
Heston was insistent on this! He battered and rammed his will into her , with such enthusiasm. she had to submit to his desires. All his desires and whims !He wasn’t unkind. He wasn’t harsh. In fact, he was the gentlest ,kindest, most loving soul, despite his title. He was a beautiful being. He was a Master of all his crafts. He shared them with elegance and grace. He didn’t suffer fools , easily but had learned to help and be with others , in a calming , sincere manner. His demeanour was one of strength and passion and he had more love and white light in him than all the others put together.
He was more talented and had a greater calling than all of them, and once more, he had completely fallen for Ellarya, as she had him, in that simple old fashion way! They were more than friends, teacher and student and mentor. They were better than ” best friends” ! They were partners, in every sense of the word.
She gave in and with her darkness , took up her mother’s pen , dipped it into the black blood ink and began to write. By joining the darkness with Heston, her light and his was raised up and out and glowed deep and bright. Only those with training and sight would recognize” what they both were”: Beings of light and passion and creatures and servants to their now joint darkness. Their powers and gifts had combined, Ellarya , remained Primal and Prime, always, this was NOT transferable, her gifts most of them remained with her
He surrounded her and wrapped his wings around her. He held her and rocked her and soothed her as she wrote. She wrote and bleed out as she did!
“NO, they didn’t! They didn’t do that to you! And you didn’t “HATE” them “?
Heston , swarmed and cursed and roared. He became half drake and grew. She looked at him and recognized him for who he was, all this time. It was “him”!
She dropped her pen. She went to him and said, if , only , I realized it was YOU.
“Are you ready for me” ? Heston, asked her. He looked at her with love and longing of Centuries. He was not quite sure , how , it had worked out she was with him. She was!
Darkness rose within him for her ,and her for him! Ellarya , she went to him willingly and stayed there , with Heston! Re- united , they surpassed anything she has experienced before !
Fire and ice met in Darkness, with great vibrations, explorations and eruptions !
Deeper tones were felt, reached and enjoyed by them, both and felt throughout their worlds !
How had she finally succumbed ! Heston was so pleased with himself !He let that dark element with him and her , flow between them. Stunningly Beautiful, she had always been to him!
Ellarya pulled out the letters, from the desk drawer, all of them! Sat down and transposed what had been written!
Prince Heston was elated , let everyone read what they did to her !
He was with her now! He had great plans for them both!
He sat back on his bed and watched her as she worked.
Sitting at his small desk , pen and inkwell at hand.
As, she wrote, she glowed , that dark glow that reflected her change and being now joint with him. IT was not a regular bond they had. Their bond was not of blood, light , air or fire, their bond was of all the elements and blood! Virtually, impossible to break!
He saw her fire re-kindle and blaze from within , he saw his Phoenix Butterflairy Prime, arise from the Ashes , her Songbirds had placed around her.
The truth was only one Songbird , ever counted.
He would always count.
He was the ONLY one, who did!
She was , however, lost into the Darkness and had emerged with her Dark Lord Prince, as Sunshine’s Shadow.
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.
