The Fae was starting to enjoy himself and summoned a hand drum, which started playing a steady, ba ba-dum, rhythm without anyone touching it. While he didn’t have the entire room fully ensnared, everyone was under enough that no one questioned it.
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The Commentator once again raises his hand,
The ground morphed into a stage more grand,
An obstacle course filled with blades and hammers,
The size of which could be called Ogre slammers,
Every inch of the arena was filled with walkways and traps,
And amongst them there were water filled gaps,
Then he announced that to clear this course,
Required immense skill, not brutish force,
Travel the corridors with grace and finesse,
And the senses to predict and assess,
Only a clean run will let you through,
For victory just follow your inner cue,
So our Hero enters the first part of the course,
The cheering of the crowd leaving many hoarse,
All he sees is two walls with many holes,
Rough like a field ravaged by moles,
The opposing spaces are covered in scratches
Which the height of each hole perfectly matches
Mustering his courage, he hops a few times,
Then a silent bell, within his head he chimes,
Like someone had lit a fire under his bum,
From the wall came a worrying hum,
The first hole suddenly revealed a rune covered spear,
While cutting his arm, the runes flashed along with his fear,
As the light faded he found himself back at the start,
But the tiny wound on his arm did still smart,
Clearing this course would take some thinking,
His morale wouldn’t fail or start sinking,
This spear was the first part of this test,
Until he got home he wouldn’t rest,
So he stopped before the first hole,
To test its speed was his current goal,
Even expecting it, he was still almost hit,
The surprise made him fall back and sit,
The spear fully extended then retracted
From his brain a plan was extracted,
He decided to trigger then duck past,
While its reloading was not that fast,
With this he got past the first one,
Still dozens left till this corridor was done,
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This plan worked for a while,
Until the spears changed their style,
Clearing the first half without another incident,
A reason that this trial wasn’t over became evident,
Fully extending the spears stuck the other wall,
The magical triggering for an instant recall,
Meaning he could no longer use the draw back,
To make up for the skills he did lack,
The new timings caught him out,
Sending him back to the start with a shout,
The first part was now known,
Its secrets had been shown,
As he flowed from his starting stance,
His movements between the spears became a dance,
Then back to the spears that couldn’t baited,
Deep down he knew finishing this course was fated,
So he gave passing them another go,
Once more he was laid down low,
But he noticed something that he’d missed,
As he moved the harp sung and hissed,
Back at the start he focused on the sword,
And he moved around, stiff as a board,
Loud and sharp, like metal scraping metal,
When his movement flowed the change was monumental,
The harp sung clear and pure,
This was how to move, he was sure,
He spent ten minutes just moving around the start,
Listening so he could play his part,
After that he flew down the path,
Going faster and releasing a laugh,
With every step or smooth pause,
He flowed beyond nature's laws,
After all the scrapes and cuts he had made it,
In a moment of pure relief he stopped for a bit,
Looking back at the holes hiding the spears,
Realising he was receiving a round of cheers,
He now knew to listen to the Harp,
Its ability to sense lifes flow was sharp.
The swords powers were amazing,
But he couldn’t be found lazing,
He still needed to perfect these skills,
And not fully lose himself in the thrills,
He felt like he was now ready to complete,
The road that his travelling would meet.
What is behind the other two doors in the room he first arrived in?
