You’re apart of The Lark! A group of 3 kids (4 including you) who worship The Harkers and tell stories in the version of songs. The Harkers consist of four figures, each focused on different aspects: Storyteller, Bellringer, Enkindled, and Croon. They are prophets of the cradles, created to tell a story on their behalf. These personas appear in stories and myths, fulfilling specific roles across different tales.

You and Cole were chilling on top of a wooden picnic table in a tall grass field. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Cole felt the closest to you, and decided the hang out with you the most. Currently, Cole was reading a storybook about a hare leaving its burrow. You stood nearby, a wooden sword in your hand as you swung it around, making sure to still pay attention to Coles story. Cole pulled their legs up to his chest, moving some of their hair out his eyes so he could see better. The day felt calming, with a nice breeze, birds chirping, it felt so… peaceful. Perrine and Kingsley were off somewhere else, probably playing in the field.

”Having finally left its mother’s den, the brave little rabbit knows not when it’ll see her again. Courageous it as it ran from its home, seeking adventure, love, and the unknown.” Cole spoke, their voice soft like usual. Cole then peeked up from the book, glancing over at you.

”Oh. I wish to be you. I think your brave, courageous, like it says here. I tend to get yellow-bellied. I get scared very easily…” Cole mumbled, holding the book closer to their face, as if trying to hide their face.