With the string in his hands the Fae entered a trance like state, completely ignoring the world around him. Verse after verse manifested in the room as time passed him by as he was completely consumed by the task at hand. Placing spell after spell upon the single thread, so small that it is all but impossible to read, even with the most powerful magnification magic..

  —---

  The size of the Lobby, had somehow increased,

  A town could squeeze in, without being greased,

  Yet for all this space, the place was cramped,

  Everywhere he looked, another performer had camped,

  Practicing their skills, of every known kind,

  Not counting the many, that boggled his mind,

  Magic was flowing, freely around,

  From the false heights, into the ground,

  Creatures of light, danced and fought,

  Showcasing skills, that couldn’t be taught,

  Shapes shifting and merging, to form delights to show,

  Which gave the entire room, an ethereal glow,

  Not to mention the sounds, which were louder than loud,

  The source of each one, was lost in the crowd,

  Bangs and crashes, happened on repeat,

  So often that no one, moved from their seat,

  The whole thing was, a maelstrom of life,

  Yet without the conflicts, brought on by strife,

  Everyone here, was helpful and happy,

  Even that one guy, who was drunk and sappy,

  Giving him directions, to the front desks location,

  And wishing him luck, in his chosen vocation,

  The help shortened, the time it took,

  For him to give, the front desk a look,

  Yet still he waited, more than half an hour,

  To talk to the receptionist, who looked quite sour,

  When our Hero explained, that he was taking a class,

  Upon her face, signs of relief did pass,

  Quickly she found, and handed him a form,

  While apologising for, the chaotic storm,

  The Magical Carnival, of Unknowable Delight,

  Was holding auditions, which caused this sight,

  The Dean always let them, hold them here,

  As the wards meant mistakes, held no fear,

  But the increased crowds, was always a pain,

  That stretched her ability, to not go insane,

  Our Hero returned the form, all filled out,

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  Just in time to hear, a terrified shout,

  The crowd parted with much, pain and haste,

  As people avoided being, turned into paste,

  An actual unicorn was, running scared,

  It was fleeing on instinct, its thinking impaired,

  A musical piece cut through, to everyones core,

  Promising peace and rest, even for the sore,

  Our Heros harp was, playing a tune,

  Which spread the thought, of a beautiful moon,

  Watching over the plains, where all could recover,

  Under the gaze, of a powerful mother,

  The Unicorn reacted, as if it’d been struck,

  Quickly it slowed, as if in mud it was stuck,

  The entire room was still, as could be,

  For a moment all spells stopped, so all could see,

  The Unicorn was captive, to the song,

  As were the weak, and the strong,

  With every note hung, in the air,

  Soothing everyone, with utmost care,

  Somehow the harp clearly knew, what was needed,

  And in a mere moment, it had definitely succeeded,

  Minor cuts and sprains, quickly healed,

  Even restoring those that, were almost killed,

  Unknownst to our Hero, the Harp was spent,

  With the last note, the strings were rent,

  The magic died out, with barely a sound,

  All tension within them, slowly unwound,

  As if a switch was flipped, the noise returned,

  With every performer, practised until their mana burned,

  The Receptionist thanked him, for the deed,

  For pacifying the the marvelous, rampaging steed,

  She showed him that the Hunts, happened every week,

  And they weren’t meant, for the uninformed or meek,

  The library had books, on many a foul beast,

  So after agreeing to a hunt, learn how not to become a feast,

  Before signing up for any hunt, he needed to know,

  What ingredients his portal, needed to grow,

  So off to the Planar mages he went, to learn what was desired,

  And which parts that were, actually required,

  With as much haste as he could, he slipped out,

  Leaving behind a crowd, that once again started to shout.

  —---

  His contacts had found, the Academy had a guest,

  Whose arrival roused the Dean, from their regular rest,

  Arriving with a flattering recommendation, from a far town,

  Which caused our Crow Master, to sprout a frown,

  So after paying it looked like, he had to perch,

  In a place where he could, conduct an Academy search.

  How dangerous will the hunts be?

  What will the hunter do when he finds our Hero?