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Jaenirra Flame did not like Jack Frost. Not one bit. Honestly, she could gives a rats ass if he jump off a cliff without that stupid magic staff of his keeping him floating. Would do the world a favor in her eyes. In fact, she hated his frozen guts quite a lot. Jaenirra didn't know if it was his disrespectful attitude towards the rest of the Guardians, or the way he swaggered around as if he owned the place with his staff on his stupid, stupid shoulder. Maybe it was his messy, bleached hair or how he acted like he was MiM's gift to female Guardians. You should have seen him the first time he saw Toothaina. Jaenirra didn't think he could be any more flirtatious.

Or the hate could possibly be based on the fact that she and him were polar opposites. Most likely that.

Jaenirra Flame was, in fact, Lady Summer. She was the Bringer of Flame, Guardian of Courage, Comfort and Inspiration.

Maybe you've heard of her?

No?

Well it wouldn't surprise Jaenirra. That wasn't what she was about. The female Guardian was there only to comfort the mortal mind, give them the strength and bravery to carry on, and plant the silver sprouts of an idea, not for glory or fame.

Jaenirra didn't need recognition to know that she was needed or loved by many.

Jack Frost was different.

Maybe this was where they started to disagree. The real reason that they had first disputed had been lost over the centuries of prolonged winters, catastrophic hurricanes and many lost hours of sleep that were spent instead on righting everything that douche bag messed up.

The fiery she-Guardian was very ironically thinking of this in her throne room. Her kingdom was one that rested upon golden-kissed clouds that were tinged pink. Camalia was it's name, city of the sun. Camalians lived here, or Summer fey as they were better known, and they served their Guardian by tending to the white barked trees that grew golden apples. Inside these golden apples were silver seeds, which were planted invisibly in the minds of mortals that stayed grounded on the earth below. Such trees were scattered throughout the throne room in which Lady Summer sat. Brilliant sunlight came through the tall, open stone window sills that stretched from the rose marbled floor to the seemingly mile-high gold enameled ceilings. The scent of cinnamon and other spice filled the room from bronze braziers that burned without smoke. A skillfully woven gold and maroon carpet stretched from majestic chestnut doors down the stunning room to a beautiful teenaged girl of a regal air. Sitting on artfully carved stone throne under a cherry blossom tree, surrounded by tiny fairies that had flames for hair and floated around her dutifully, was Jaenirra Flame, Lady Summer. Two Summer elves with golden swords strapped to their sides, stood on either side of her, guarding their queen faithfully. A bespectacled clerk knelt before her, reading from a ridiculously large scroll listed with all the things to be done in the kingdom. On either side of the carpet that striped through the room, were Summer elven, pointy eared fey of the court that dressed in lavish clothe of warm colors and gold. Jaenirra was dressed similarly in a sleeveless, sunset orange dress that reached to her knees with a heart shaped bodice that accented her features. Golden cuffs adorned with rubies encircled her lightly tanned arms, a necklace of pure gold gave off the glow of the sun. Curls of fiery hair stretched to her hourglass abdomen framed her pixie face and nose. Her amber eyes, capable of bewitching the hearts of men in a single glance, were glazed over in thought. A circlet of gold nestled in her hair, marking a princess of the Sun. Besides the apparent beauty of Jaenirra, the calming face of a queen beloved by her people, her mind was disorderly at the moment. She did not hear the ramblings of the clerk at the steps of her throne nor did she see the court lords and ladies that watched their young leader with admiration. She did not acknowledge the flame fairies twittering near her pointed ears. No, her thoughts were stuck on a certain winter spirit, but they were not kind.

The troubling was caused by the fact that Easter was due in four days. Jaenirra always made a trip to the Warren with hand-picked assistants fourteen days before the holiday to help the egg painter. Together they woke the hibernating animals, warmed the waters and most importantly, melted the snow.

The journey had already been taken and successfully completed. But nooooo, that frostbitten sprite had to throw one last major blizzard and now the creatures were sleeping again, the ponds had five inches of ice and snow had heaped taller than her. Production for spring had been thrown back by a week and now everything had to be done over again. The bubbling man before her was only telling the numbers she already knew about the situation at hand. This man's speech irritated her slightly.

And when Jaenirra was irritated, she usually tapped her bare feet discreetly. This behaviorism got the attention of dozing Varden, a golden Great Dane sized pet dragon that encircled her feet. He raised his crowned head to his beloved mistress, crooning in wonderment of her obvious discomfort.

"Thank you, Ignatius." she interrupted the clerk. "That'll be all."

She dismissed him with a flick of her hand.

"Thank you, my queen. Most wise." Ignatius rose to his feet bowing before rolling up the scroll and bowing once more as he scurried from the room.

Jaenirra nodded and rose from the stone throne. The room seemed to explode with servants, lords and ladies, and little flame fairies as they ran over themselves to serve their queen, bombard her with questions and many other things.

Maids offered her drinks of wine, fire flakes to eat and towels to wipe away stresses of the day.

"Ma lady, would you like..."

"A couple of..."

"Spark biscuits to munch?"

The flame clothed court people shouted offers of marriage to their sons.

"My queen!"

"The heart..."

"Of my son longs for you."

"Oh marry me now, Jaenirra! I can no longer wait for you." One cried.

Invitations to their manor on the other side of the city were extended.

"Miss Flame, there is a gala.."

"In my courtyard..."

"This pre-spring eve."

And numerous women whispered gossip in her ear over all the confusion.

"Did you hear.."

"That the baker.."

" And the maid.."

Jaenirra was familiar to this and politely waved away the servants, declined the betrothals and quieted the room with an ease of years of practice.

"Please." she said " I only wish to take a stroll through the gardens."

Two of the guards slid next to her as she walked down the red carpet, the fey people separated and bowed meekly. Varden trotted next to her, golden claws clicking along the floor, while flame fairies trailed behind her. Jaenirra walked down marble corridors striped in golden sunshine. Predecessending Summer Guardians smiled warmly from pantings lining the walls. Unlike the other Guardians, the guardianship for the right to be Lady Summer was passed on to the next female hier on the throne, Jaenirra was the sixty-seventh in the long line. Each held the same golden sword, wore similar red blankets and held a golden apple in a hand. The items represented the symbols for the kingdom. A sword for courage, a blanket for comfort and an golden apple for inspiration. She slowed to a stop in front of one. It was a portrait of a woman. Her hair looked like it was spun of bronze, held up by pins of gold in a Roman fashion. Her mahogany eyes sparkled kindly but her lips upturned in a sad smile. At least, that's how it appeared to Jaenirra. The young girl gazed at her mother, Alevia .

"Hello Mom." she smiled painfully. "Sorry I haven't been able to talk to you in awhile. Leading a kingdom is tough."

The girl chuckled to the painting, as if they were sharing an inside joke only they knew.

If the one person conversation was strange to the pair of summer guards, they did not let on.

Her peals of laughter faded away.

"Especially with the rogue Jack Frost running around."

Jaenirra's smile vanished as well.

"I need help Mom. I don't know what to do. Easter is in four days and now we have to start preparing for spring all over again."

She clenched her fist. Varden moved closer to her, sensing her pain. He crooned with understanding.

"It's not fair that he gets to do whatever he wants and get away with it, leaving us to clean up after him."

Jaenirra sighed.

"I wish you were here."

She smiled hopefully, looking at her mother for guidance but the portrait remained silent, lips forever sealed with lost secrets.

The pounding of feet broke the tranquil air. Jaenirra turned to see Pan'nuck, her best friend and most trusted guard. He was dressed in the customary bronze armor and helmet of a palace guard, his ears sticking out of his helmet much like the two men beside her. Pan'nuck was not of the higher class Summer fey. His mischievous eyes were a leafy green rather then the bronze brown or tea yellow spectrum of standard Court genes. But his normally laughing eyes were filled with a troubled look now.

"Jaenirra." He was the only one in the kingdom who called her by her real name anymore.

"Outside..." he gasped, bent over his knees breathing hard. "Lights. Northern lights."

"What do you mean northern lights?" She questioned, her hand coming to a rest on Varden.

"It's North's lights. He's summoning the Guardians."

Pan'nuck stood and looked straight into Jaenirra's amber eyes.

"He's summoning you."

Stone silence.

Everything seemed to slow, the fairies wingbeats, her heart, even the sunlight that streamed through the windows turned to golden syrup.

And just quickly as it had started, everything fast-forwarded. Her heart pounded and her mind raced. North's lights were only used for dire emergencies and only occured at least every millenia. The last time such a thing had happened was in the dark ages, but that was nearly three thousand years ago.

"Are you sure?" She managed to say.

"Absoulutly, the skies are lit up with them." Pan'nuck gestured to the windows. Jaenirra turned and sure enough, the shimmering aurora borealis waved back. It made it all so much more real, actually seeing the proof before her eyes. She twirled around and went in the opposite direction down the hall, her bare feet nearly running in her haste.

" The Muses won't like it." Pan'nuck followed her through the corridors, as did the guards and flame fey. Varden tromped faithfully next to the anxious girl. She turned around once more.

"You are dismissed." Jaenirra told the guards. They bowed and walked away. She turned to the little sprites.

"Inferno, Blaze,Spark." She addressed the fairies by name, "Alert the nine Muses, I'm going to the North Pole." They straightened and zoomed away. Only a green-eyed guard, a golden dragon and a Sun princess remained.

"They won't like it, not with Easter coming so soon." He repeated.

"I don't care. This is Guardian business and I'm going." She was racing down the hall again, to the palace stables were a gilded chariot waited to be hooked up to Varden.

"Then I'm going with you." Pan'nuck declared.

"No Pan'nuck, you're not going, it's too dangerous." She continued, deadset on making it to the chariot.

"Hey, look here." He grabbed her arm. She stared at the floor. "There is no way in hell going alone. We're in this together." She looked up into his eyes now, emerald upon amber.

"You sure? These don't happen every decade. We might not make it out, we could die."

"Hey, we don't even know what it is. North could have just run out of cookies or something. You know how he is about that shit."

She searched the green orbs. For what, she did not know.

Jaenirra laughed, but is was more of a nervous laugh, one that held longing of everything to be okay. Pan'nuck grinned his signature smile, light and airy.

"Besides," he began, " You got Varden here. Trust me, the moment the enemy sees him, they'll be running with their tails between their asses."

Varden snorted in agreement. A ring of smoke grew from his nose.

Jaenirra laughed once more and knelt to the reptilian pet. She grabbed his warm, scaly face in her hands. If any mortal had tried to do this their hands would have been seared but Summer fey had nearly fire-proof skin.

"Will you do that Varden?" she cooed, "Will you chase away the baddies and bake cookies for big ole' St. Nick?" Varden snorted again and Jaenirra took that as a yes.

"Well I guess we're stuck then." She sighed.

"You too Pan'nuck." She added.

Pan'nuck grinned, "North Pole, here we come." he declared.

"Here we come." Jaenirra agreed. "Now go get changed."

She shooed the golden-armored boy away, "It's ass cold up there."

Pan'nuck mockingly saluted. "As you wish, my queen." He marched away.

Jaenirra felt the smile on her face melt away. Her hand came to a rest on Varden for support. A continous thought ran through her mind over and over again, like a broken record. Why would North summon them to his workshop? And what was waiting for them there?

"Well, Varden." She looked down at her dragon. "Time to suit up."

The girl gazed out the window where the flickering lights touched the horizen in whispers and lifted away in a murmur of blue, pink and green.

"To the North Pole." she whispered.

I absolutely loved writing that chapter. Tell me what you thought of Jaenirra and if you liked her. It makes me so happy when you do. I hope to post again soon and don't worry, Jack will be back soon!

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