Lark snuck out of the hut. The soft and cold dirt touched her foot as she raced to Fox's hut. It was morning and everyone had been talking about how she had ran from her own wedding. It was an embarrassment and a shameful thing to do. The air was filled with the chatting and chittering of people. Fox was sharpening an obsidian arrow. Lark straightened her cloak and began to speak. "Well, are you ready to go?" "Yeah, let's try to sneak without your mother seeing you." Fox joked, a light twinkling in his eyes. Lark and Fox dashed out of the hut, running for the forest. "Hi!" A little girl squealed at the prince. Lark cringed. The little girl was going to get them caught! "You are the best Prince ever! Where did you get your name from? How do you hunt?" The little girl said gasping. "Is this your wife?!" The little girl exclaimed looking at Lark wide eyed. "Well..umm." Fox stammered. "Lark! Come here this minute!" A voice said a couple of feet away. It was Lark's mother. Lark lowered her shoulders as she obeyed, walking over to her angry mother. The queen surely was angry. Her eyebrows were raised and her whole body tense. Cara stood beside her, wearing a princess's crown, with a satisfied look on her face. Lark frowned. "You are a complete disgrace to the WaterBird tribe! How dare you run away at your own wedding! I am ashamed to be a mother to a daughter like you! So, go. Go along hunting, but, you will get married, soon." Her mother said fiercely, as she stalked off with Cara trailing behind. "Let's go." Lark said to Fox, her tone angry. Lark's mother had never been mean or demanding. It was all of the Animal god's fault. Lark lead Fox into the dense forests, where he searched for paw prints or tracks. Lark kicked the soft ground with her foot, letting her skin become caked with the rich dirt. Something hard and sharp hit Lark's foot. "Agh!" She cried in pain. "What is it?" Fox asked as he ran over, letting his spear clatter to the ground. Blood dripped from Lark's foot in pools. Fox sifted through the dirt carefully, looking for the object. Fox held up a glowing gem. The gem was glowing intensely, it's soft blue glow meeting Lark's eye. "No.." Fox murmured. "It..can't be." He said. Fox grabbed her Hand and she was yanked away, through the forest, back to camp. Lark was mesmerized by it. It had to be important.
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Lark: Book 1 of The WaterBird Series
MaceraLark was born a Half-Falcon. Lark's mother has trained her since she was little to become a fierce spy for the WaterBird tribe. Lark is able to transform into a Falcon whenever she wants, just like her mother. But, when Lark grows, she discovers her...
