Hey guys.
I'm sorry that I had to discontinue this book, but seriously, the plot was terrible.
I have to discontinue it because here is an excerpt from the book Skylark's Journey:

Hi, my name is Skylark. No, I'm not a Warrior Cat, I am a regular human being. I'm not from the Harry Potter world either, but I would love to go to Hogwarts. I'm seventeen years old, and I live in Southern Ireland. I am a tall and lanky person with red hair and green eyes. I have a cat named Moon and I love archery. My life is strange, I have to admit, but not as strange as when I woke up in the middle of nowhere at twelve o'clock in the morning; Midnight to be exact.
Our story begins when I opened my eyes only to find a canopy of leaves over my head. I had been studying French for my classes when I collapsed, exhausted on my bed at nine o'clock at night. I was laying next to a backpack with a sticky note on it. Journey through this adventure to find the truth of your life. Find the next clue due by the flowing river. - H the note said. I read the note a few times before opening the backpack, it was a north face backpack with orange and black stripes on the front. It contained a fresh t-shirt, a pair of jeans, Nike tennis shoes, a first aid kit, a small pocket knife, seven PB&J sandwiches, and three large Gatorades. There was also a compass attached to the backpack with a self-assemble tent for one person. I shrugged, the compass would help dearly to me, finding my way to the goal. I stood up, and opened a Gatorade to drink it's purple fluid. Yum, I thought grape Gatorade. My favorite. I began to hike out in the woods, unknowing what challenges lie ahead of me, but something did indeed feel... off.

Here is an excerpt from the Heart of a Warrior:

A hooded figure seemed to glide through the trees, a glint of silver shining in the moonlight as their sword was exposed to the woods. A stag pricked its ears and lifted its head as the person passed by, but the figure seemed not to notice. They carried on, the bird and the person. Moonlight finally highlighted the bird's features.
It was a silver bird with wings edged with gold. It floated delicately on the wind, silently but swiftly. It's eyes were bright blue and its talons seemed to be grasping air. The radiance of it lit the trees and splattered the ground with pleasant light. Whenever the wind picked pace, the bird simply flexed its wings and continued to float as if suspended and buoyant on water. Jay swished his tail feathers silently as the air carried another current to ripple around him.
      The hooded figure turned sharply through the trees, and Jay apparently had predicted the turn as he swiveled as well. The fluffy grass turned to coarse dirt as life seemed to be shriveled from the middle of the forest. The only things there were one leafy tree and a small stream. The hooded figure stopped. Jay stopped as well and perched to the ground.
      Fierce wind rang through the trees as the hooded figure mumbled, "Rise, O Gaurdians. You have summoned me."

Do you see a difference? I really am sorry I had to do it, but Skylark's Journey had a terrible plot that would just be awful. It hurts me to discontinue it, but I have to.

~Holly Pug