The colours swirled around the room, giving the Fae a sense of power he’d sorely missed, and everyone in this room was under his song-spell, and there was nothing they could do about it. Though all the metal in the kitchen was resisting, even that would eventually surrender to his magic.

  —----

  The Cave ended and out he stumbled,

  So exhausted that his step, he fumbled,

  Hard rock was covered in light moss,

  The transition left him at a loss,

  The sky dark yet filled with light,

  Stars scattered across the whole night,

  Within the dark he could barely make out,

  A distant line of trees standing stout,

  Realising he was above the treeline,

  On the mountainside that is covered in pine,

  Up so high the air was quite cold,

  Going down was an idea that was already sold,

  Across the forest he cast his tired gaze,

  A town he spotted beyond the arboreal maze,

  It seemed like a place to get some food and rest,

  After his trials that would be for the best,

  Cutting cloth to make bindings to help him heal,

  He gave himself a few minutes to recover from the ordeal,

  Then through the trees he went with his sword drawn,

  Who knows what beasts this place could spawn,

  On his way he went while keeping a look out,

  Nothing to alarm him except a lone bird shout,

  Snacking on some berries he had found,

  He quickly covered a lot of rough ground,

  Nothing much happened on his walk,

  Except for a fox that tried to stalk,

  He threw it a couple of berries and off it went,

  Yipping and yapping, whatever that meant,

  With his belly not empty and a slight smile,

  He covered the land mile after mile,

  It wasn’t long before he arrived at the town gates,

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  In front stood two guards in leathers not plates,

  They halted him and asked him his name,

  He answered truthfully without any shame,

  His situation was that he was lost and looking for home,

  And where could he find a cartographers tome,

  They said to try the small library, but entry wasn’t free,

  He’d need to pay if he wanted to get in and see,

  Without any money or a safe place to stay,

  It seemed like today really wasn’t his day,

  So with their help he was pointed to the Mayor,

  A famous man who used to be a Slayer,

  On his way there he passed a large fountain,

  Tall and detailed like a small carved mountain,

  Of a Lady with beauty to the extreme,

  Down her arms ran a small stream,

  A small plaque declared her the protector of all,

  So feel proud of her protection and stand mighty tall,

  The aura was nice and very calming,

  It made the whole town feel much more charming,

  With this boost he continued on his way,

  To find a much needed way to earn his stay,

  Hopefully the mayor could give him some direction,

  Or maybe give him a decent job selection,

  It wasn’t long before he arrived at the town hall,

  The building was wider than it was tall,

  The door was open so he walked in,

  And was greeted by a man, abnormally thin,

  With a smile and a moustache, equally large,

  He made it clear that he was in charge.

  —---

  In a house far away, on another plane,

  Three ladies were arguing with great pain,

  A thread from their weave had been removed,

  All sign of a break in had been expertly smoothed,

  The gap was clear and needed to be filled,

  And a hunt for a thief who needed to be killed.