The Crown of Summer

 Warning: This is a summary of a story I want, but cannot, make.

                                                Where Am I?                                                                                              

That is the question Alixa asks when she lands in a magical world full of dragons, unicorns, nymphs, spirits, and people with magical talents. Then Alixa releases  she is not so different:  A few drops of  reveling potion reveal her talent: Alixa can talk to animals. She is about to settle down and make a home in Althica. Here, she has a date that can fly, and her pet snake Quicksilver. But then someone steals the Crown of Summer. Without it, Summer cannot come and go. Now, Alixa, her date, Danin, and a moon dragon named Triea set out to find the Crown of Summer- and they have a deadline of 10 days. Otherwise, the island will be trapped in never-ending winter- forever.

Eyes

Deep in the night, A dragon lurks.
Her name is Elkna, spirit of winter.
Her Nemesis is Tlisa, spirit of summer.
Her eyes-
They swirl wildly,
They twist and turn
They are Blue, a cold, ice-like, Blue. 
They Hpytnotize you,
As they twist;
They remind you of the beauty of winter as you die.

The Jackolopes, Chapter 7, The Cure

In the night, the Jackolopes had turned back into themselves. They had also reached the bottom of the mountian, which they congratulated themselves on. The night was dark and starry, like dozens of tiny, white, flowers, which reminded Sky of a story his mother used to tell him. He told it to the others:

A long time ago, there was a star. It was so bright, all the others stars became invisible. They plotted against this star. Eventually, they killed the star. They all shone as brightly as before- they where glad. But the other star fell to earth, flaming. Where it fell, no one knew, but a wise dragon revealed it was in a great forest, surrounded by green grass. It grew into a white flower that could cure any burn. It was guarded by a white Jackolope with black horns. No one has dared to try to find it. Not yet, anyway.

" So we know what the cure is." Thought Deer. "We just need to find it."

The Jackolopes, chapter 6, time to put that star blue to use

As morning approached, the jackolopes where a sad group to behold. They talked and thought about things they could have done to save Dew, Beetle especially, until Poppy wisely said " Dew would not want us to do this. She would have wanted us to go on." This made Deer think about what Dew would have want them to do, until she came up with an idea. " Hey." She announced " We could get down the mountians faster as Snow Leopards.

A few minutes later, 4 Snow Leopards where racing down the mountians. And no one knew where they came from.

A poem

 SILVER IS SCRIPT.

SILVER IS SCRIPT,WHITE AS THE CLOUDS. SILVER IS SCRIPT, SLEEK AS THE WIND. SLIVER IS SCRIPT, LIKE BLUE IS CALM; SILVER IS SCRIPT,LIKE BLUEBIRDS IN A SONG.

The jackolopes, chapter 5, the burial

Dew was buried under a willow, under the nearest stretch of paurie grass they could find. The star, however, was not buried with her. It was given to Beetle, who had been developing a (love) affair with Dew. The sunset fell onto Dews broken body. She was special. Unlike most Jackolopes, she had not been a solid color. Instead of the festive reds, pinks, oranges, or yellows; the calming, greens, blues, and whites; the dark blacks, greys, and browns; and all the colors in between, Dew had been a calming aqua, with white paws and small bursts of yellow all over her body. And no one, NO ONE, could match her soothing voice, and skill at cooking. After the funeral, when the jackolopes found shelter for the night in a dark, damp, cave, Beetle swore never to use the star. It was a promise he would soon break.

Death

A hole gaped in the frozen earth.The girl gasped weakly. Her hands failed around, grasping for a hold. Frost covered her features, once pretty, now ugly and marred. "You wouldn't dare." She gasped, reaching up to grasp solid earth. It crumbled when she touched it, falling into the bottomless pit. " Oh, yes I will." A voice responded. A man  peered over the side of the pit, grinning evilly. He reached downward, touching her hand, but doing nothing but slipping off a bracelet, with beads of sapphire and crystal, that she wore.  " I know what you really are." He said, peering at the bracelet as he spoke. " A winter spirit. To be precise, a spirit of ice. Ice spirits are deadly, with there freezing winds and blasts, frostbit instant, and the ability to freeze hearts. But I know the ice spirits downfall. They may be friends with fire, lava, and magma spirits, but the heat at the center of the earth will kill them."  The girl seemed to faint; how could he know? but she struggled on grasping for handholds. Ice appeared and spread wherever her fingers touched, but melted away. Heat steamed from the cracks in the walls. The man breathed steam; the heat through the wall increased. The ice seemed to melt. The ice spirit was dying. But then the ice spirit lept forward. She grabbed on to the mans arm and swung upward, kicking him in the face, leaping forward and spinning around. The ice seemed to stop melting; in fact, it seemed to be spreading. The girl kicked the man into the pit. The cold seemed to be thicker there. The man was dying. " You are the good guy, I am the bad one." She jeered. "Who is here to save you?"