As I said in my profile, this is the adventure story my English teacher assigned us to write months ago. She seemed to like it, and I hope you do as well. Based on a dream I had once, here is Lark Song.
"Did you hear about the latest attack?"
"Of course. How did you hear about it? The superiors are keeping it to themselves."
She smiled faintly, pressing her back further against his. "You should know by now that you can't keep me out."
"Almaya, you really shouldn't—"
"Shouldn't eavesdrop like that. What if someday you get caught and I'm not there to get you out again?"
"Oh please, don't concern your pretty little head about that. The chances of that happening are as if a dragon were to fall out of the sky this moment."
He chuckled and turned to face her. "Al, you worry me."
"I really shouldn't, Skye. You've nothing to worry about here." She looked around furtively at the people of the market. "Well, I must be off. Rumors to spread and information to obtain, that sort of thing. I'll talk to you later." With that, she turned and ran swiftly away.
Skye shook his head and turned back to the task at hand, which involved making sure that everything went smoothly in the market district of Lapin. Today there were no thieves (excepting that of his best friend), no haggling vendors. He sighed, half relieved and half disappointed. To be sure, he was glad, for it meant that he wouldn't have to do any saving; yet he also wished that he could, just for the rush of action.
He looked up at the clouds. By the position of the sun, he could tell that his shift was nearly over. Nothing is going to happen; might as well end early. He turned to walk down an alleyway that cut almost straight to the castle walls. The guards recognized him and raised the portcullis, granting him free access into the courtyards. The sun beat down on him and his hot metal armor.
"I need to get out of these clothes…" He muttered, hustling to the barracks.
After a quick change, he walked back into the sunlight wearing his blue tunic and brown trousers tucked neatly into his equally brown boots. Needless to say, he enjoyed the effect the casual wind had on waving his hair and bright yellow scarf around. So he stood, taking in the air and the wind, the sun and the sky.
He whirled around, hearing the familiar voice. "Almaya? What are you doing here?"
She ran into him, gripping his upper arms in fright and glancing from him to the direction in which the city lay. "The… The city…!"
"What about the city? Calm down." He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. "Tell me what's going on."
She took a deep breath and looked him in the eye. "It's under attack. Someone… Something, is attacking with this great big…monster thing! I didn't know what to do, so I just came here! Skye, you have to do something!"
He nodded, letting go of her. "Captain! Captain Gregor!" He skidded to a halt and looked at Almaya. "Go to town and wait for me. You know where." Turning again, he continued his shout for the men to come at arms. Slowly they came from their hideaways and barracks, sleepy and confused.
"What's going on, kid?" A knight asked roughly, grabbing Skye by his scarf.
"The city is being attacked! We need all men out there now!"
"Well then, by all means, get going, kid! I'll handle things here. Go on, get!"
"Thanks, Savitor!"Skye left it all to the man and rushed to join his friend in the centre of the city. He made sure his sword was strapped securely to his back and ran faster. Once there, he saw her standing by the fountain amidst hysteric townspeople as a winged dragon made rubble of a nearby building.
She ran up to him. "Skye! Thank God you made it."
"Who let this thing in?" He looked around uselessly.
"Me, of course."
Both of them looked up to see a young woman sitting on the roof of the nearest building. She eyed them inquisitively, turning her head from angle to angle. "Well, well, well. A knight in training and a common thief. How…quaint."
"Who are you?" Skye demanded, drawing his sword and standing protectively before Almaya.
"Hmph." She stood and grinned maliciously down at them, her red eyes ablaze with delight. "My name is Lark, and the last thing you ever see will be me killing you." With that, she leapt down from the building right on top of Skye.
The force knocked him off his feet and Almaya was pushed away. Just as Lark made the motion to end his life, an arrow embedded itself in her shoulder. She cried out and decided to abandon her prey, scampering away with a snarl of annoyance.
A shadow fell over the downed young man. He looked up and saw a fellow knight. "Savitor…?"
"Thank me later."
The last thing Skye remembered was seeing Savitor stroke his short black beard in thought.
It may seemed a bit rushed, but keep in mind that I wrote all of this in four days (the final product is thirty-two pages long) WHILE I was on vacation to boot. So please be nice.