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Amberle, you still alive?

Relax, Uncle Ander.
It's not like I'm gonna break.

How many times
have I missed that jump tonight?

Five. If you lose count
of your steps tomorrow,

it'll be the shortest half mile
of your life.

- I'm going again.
- No. It's late.

The race starts at dawn.
You need to rest.

Only the first seven runners
across the line

become members of the Chosen.

I didn't do all of this just to lose.

Princess, are you sure you wanna step
on thousands of years of Elvin tradition?

There's no turning back.
We need to stake out my starting place.

Don't worry, as your friend and servant,
I've got you covered.

OK, let's stay focused, Catania.

Bet you wish you'd told Lorin
you were running now.

He's a big boy, he can handle it.

Jace told me that if Lorin becomes
a member of the Chosen,

he's going to ask you to marry him.

Amberle.

You're not allowed here.
Have you come to wish me luck?

Yes.

And no.

I'm racing too.

You're kidding?

Is there a rule that says
a girl can't run the Gauntlet?

That's the way it's always been.

We have female Commanders in the Elvin
Army and women on the High Council.

It's time the Four Lands
had a female Chosen.

You knew about this?

Who do you think sneaked her past
the Home Guard and out of the palace?

The Gauntlet is dangerous, Amberle.

These guys will do anything to win.

So will I.

Then good luck.

May the best EIf win.

I'm definitely sensing
a lot of sweaty Elf-boy hate.

Are you sure you want to do this?

Uh-huh.

Tie me up.

(Referee) Steady!

Only the first seven to cross
will be anointed.

On the sound of my horn.

(Ellcrys) 'Get up, Amberle.'

(Counting her steps)

(Ellcrys) "Jump.

- (Spectator) They're coming!
- (Crowd cheering in the distance)

(Cheering)

(All) One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

(Grunting)

Five!

Six!

- Don't give up!
- Go! There's one Chosen left!

Get up!

(Cheering and applause)

(Horn blows)

♪ I feel it running through my veins

♪ And I need that fire

♪ Just to know that I'm awake ♪

(Door closing)

(Woman) It's a girl!

(Man) Look! I can't believe it!

(Woman) Is that the Princess?

I thought you were teaching her
how to fence?

She was a quick study.

Congratulations.

As King, I welcome you
to the Order of the Chosen.

(Cheering)

At the dawn of every new year,
we gather in this sacred garden

to recount the story of the Ellcrys.

Thousands of years ago,

our Elvin ancestors fought a war
against an army of Demons.

The Elves were at the point
of annihilation

when their elders turned to magic.

Using this powerful gift,

they managed to imprison the Demons
in a realm known as the Forbidding.

The Ellcrys was created to stand sentry.

As long as it lives,
the Demons are locked up for all eternity.

Now, I realise that for some of you

this is merely... folklore.

But in no way does this diminish
your responsibilities.

And you are now its protectors.

Now step forward,

place your hands on the tree
and be accepted by the Ellcrys.

I can't believe you let her
embarrass our father like that.

This is his last ceremony
before he abdicates the throne.

I didn't let Amberle do anything.

OK? This was her idea.
I just aided and abetted.

(Arion) She could have
seriously hurt herself.

I'd have thought for Aine's sake
that you'd want to keep her safe.

Invoking our dead brother?
That's very subtle.

- Work that in your coronation speech.
- We made a pact to protect her.

(Ander) At least you know
where she'll be for the next year.

Locked behind these walls,
watering an old tree.

Do you have any respect
for Elvin traditions?

Only the ones with parties.

(Thunderclap)

(Speaking Druid)

It has begun.

I had to go all the way to Olney,
but I found white willow bark.

Afraid it won't do any good now.

I'll leave you two alone.

Wil.

Hey, Mum.

You hang in there.
I've got something new to try.

I promise, this will ease your pain.

Always such a sweet boy.

So much I need to tell you.

Open it.

They're Elfstones.

Belonged to your father.

They're magic.

I know you thought...

your father was crazy,

but he was a good man.

He believed in those.

Mum, you're not making any sense.

My precious boy.

Find the Druid.

Find the Druid.

Promise me.

No, Mum, don't leave me.

No, Mum, I'm not ready.

She always loved this spot.

Said she could see
the whole world from here.

I'm sorry, WI.

Hey, um... Uncle Flick...

Have you ever seen these before?

Mum called them Elfstones.

I told her to bury those damn things
after your father died.

Why?

Because they put him in an early grave.

He was never the same person
after he used them.

Used them?

Wait, you're not seriously telling me
you believe in magic.

I believe in evil, Wil.

And those things will bring you
nothing but misery.

Do yourself a favour, throw them
in the river, be done with them.

I'm sorry.

(Door opening)

- Someone to see you.
- I told the guards not to let anyone in.

That's why Catania
helped me avoid them.

If you won't tell me what's going on,
maybe you'll talk to him.

You owe me.

You didn't need to check up on me.

You passed out in front of the Ellcrys.

I was worried about you.

I'm fine.

Then why have you
locked yourself up in here?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Is that one me?

Oh... no...

You definitely got the ears right.

Can I ask you something crazy?

- But you have to promise not to laugh.
- Yeah.

Do you think
the story of the Ellcrys is true?

You mean the part where it's a barrier
holding back a Demon army?

Come on, Amberle.

We both know magic died out
with the Druids.

Yeah, you're right.

Forget I asked.

Come to the celebration tonight.

People need to see you.

I need to see you.

Leave your Demons behind
and come and celebrate.

You just buried your ma.
Now is not the time

to be making reckless decisions
about your future.

I know my future's not here.

That's the Elfstones talking.

Give me a little credit, Uncle Flick.
I threw those things away like you said.

I'm moving to Storlock
to train as a healer.

You've never been more than five miles
outside of Shady Vale.

The world outside is dangerous, Wil.

It's full of Ghomes
and Trolls and Rovers.

They all hate each other.

The only thing they have in common
is they hate Elves more.

I'll keep my ears covered,
just like always.

You're the same as your father.

Never happy
with your place in the world.

What is that supposed to mean?

Stay in Shady Vale.

Let me talk to Dax.
I'm sure he could use an apprentice.

Dax couldn't heal a stubbed toe.

Storlock has the best healers
in the Four Lands.

Wil...

you did everything you could
for your ma.

It wasn't enough.

I never want to feel that helpless again.

(Indistinct chatter)

Uncle Ander, thanks for the save.

The Gauntlet's easier to navigate
than this party.

- Just don't faint and you'll be fine.
- My fainting days are over.

Good, because, as you can see,

there are a lot of people
who are very eager to meet you.

Grandpa still hasn't spoken to me.

Don't worry about it.

Sometimes I think the only member
of the family that he actually likes

is Manx.

Speaking of loyal dogs,
how's your boyfriend?

Be nice.

Lorin's a good guy.

He deserves someone
who truly loves him.

I'm just not sure that someone is me.

Then you'd better tell him

or else you're going to spend
a very awkward year in the Sanctuary.

Not nearly as awkward as watching
you pine for Commander Tilton.

No.

No, I'm not... pining, I'm...

I'm observing.

That's been over for a very long time.

I think we can both agree
she made the wiser choice.

Happy hunting.

(Ellcrys) 'l need you.'

You look absolutely amazing.

Thanks.

Would you like to dance?

I just need some food.
I haven't eaten all day.

I'll make you a plate.

(Ellcrys) 'Come closer."

Lorin!

Why?

(Door opening)

Stay back!

What are you doing out here?

The Ellcrys called to me.

During the Gauntlet
and again tonight.

- I try to ignore it but it won't let me.
- Amberle, you're not making any sense.

When I touch the tree,
it shows me visions.

Horrible visions of the future.

Like what?

That I'm going to kill you, Lorin.

Kill me?

I saw it.

I stabbed you.

I don't know what to think anymore.
I should never have run the Gauntlet.

I have to leave Arborlon.

There's only one person
who can help me.

- Calm down.
- No, I won't put you in danger!

You need to stay
as far away from me as possible.

Seriously?

I'm sorry.

Whoa!

Well, so much for my shortcut.

Hey, I don't like it
any more than you do.

Great. Now I'm the guy
who talks to his horse.

I thought Elves
were supposed to be smart.

I'm half-EIf.

Clearly the wrong half. Only an idiot
would travel these woods alone.

Trolls hunt here.

Wait, that's a Troll?

Was a Troll.

The Troll must have
picked up your scent.

I hear Elf ears are
their favourite snacks.

Huh.

Even short tips.

If you're going to keep insulting me,
I should at least know your name.

Eretria.

I'm Wil.

Thanks for saving my life.

Hey, wait up.

(Door closing)

Prince Ander.
Any word on Amberle?

The Black Watch
are sweeping the countryside.

- I wish I could do something.
- Start by telling the truth.

I told Prince Arion everything.

See, I'm an excellent liar,

which means I can tell
when somebody's lying to me.

Amberle left the party upset
and you followed her out here.

You two got into a fight
and now she's missing.

As far as I'm concerned,
I'm staring at the prime suspect.

She said the Ellcrys called to her

and showed her a vision of the future.

In it she killed me.

You honestly expect me to believe
the tree was communicating with her?

I know it sounds crazy.
That's why I didn't say anything.

You'd better pray she's still alive.

What do you think that was?

Don't know, don't care.

Aren't you curious
about ancient Humans

and how they built
these incredible things?

Look, they're dead, we're not.
End of story.

Anyone ever tell you
you're kind of cynical?

Anyone ever tell you
you're kind of naive?

What is it?

Not sure.
Some kind of fungus or bark rot.

The Ellcrys is sick?
When's the last time that happened?

Never.

So you don't recall any accounts
of the Ellcrys ever having been sick?

It's never even shed a leaf.

I understand the symbolic importance
of the Ellcrys, Father,

but it is, after all, only just a tree.

The Ellcrys is more than just a tree.
I can assure you of that, boy.

(Growls)

Stop there! How did you get
past the Home Guard?

Eventine, please tell your son
I mean no harm.

Allanon!

Put down your sword, boy.

It has been a long time,
my old friend.

Father? Father, who is this Human?

This is Allanon.

The last Druid of Paranor.

Druid?

You said the last Druid died
in the War of the Races.

Did you, now?

No one has set eyes on you in 30 years.
I assumed the worst.

But it appears
you have not aged a single day.

I have been called by the Ellcrys.
I must go to the Sanctuary immediately.

If you really are a Druid...

...prove it.

Show us some magic.

I don't do tricks.

Let him go.

If Allanon is here,

there are dark days ahead.

This is your house?

You're welcome
to camp out with the Trolls.

I didn't picture someone like you
living in a place so... woodsy.

Take off your clothes
before you come in.

All of them.

- You're joking, right?
- No. You need a bath.

And I don't want you tracking mud
all over my woodsy little house.

So, er, you live here alone?

Don't worry, we won't be disturbed.

So, aren't you worried about Rovers?

What do you know about Rovers?

One look at you and they'd take
the clothes off your back

and steal your little bag of blue rocks.

I need those back.

Why?

Are they valuable?

Only to me.

Someone's got a little secret.

What's it going to take
for you to tell me?

(Sighing)

They're called Elfstones.

They belonged to my dad.

They're supposed
to have magical powers.

They're very pretty.

Compared to you, I hadn't noticed.

I'm sorry.

I'm the one who should apologise.

For what?

The epic headache
you're gonna have in the morning.

It's much worse than I thought.

The Ellcrys is dying.

Are you certain?

You need to mobilise the Elvin army.

Why does a dying tree require an army?

You know the story
of the Ellcrys, don't you?

Each leaf represents a single Demon.

Once they begin to fall,

the creatures of darkness will be
released from the Forbidding one by one.

We all know that story
is just a fairy tale.

Father, you're not actually
listening to this, are you?

You let him believe this
when you know the opposite to be true.

After the War of the Races,

I believed that magic had disappeared,
along with you and the Warlock Lord.

Well, then, you tell that to your people

when the fairy tales
are ripping out their throats!

(Coughing)

(Rumbling)

(Groaning)

(Coughing and spluttering)

(Speaking Druid)

(Roaring)

(Gasping)

Get dressed, Wil.

How do you know my name?
Where's Eretria?

- Your Rover girl is long gone.
- Rover?

I don't understand.
This is her house.

No, it's not.

It's theirs.

Oh. I'm an idiot.

You'll get no argument from me.
You were supposed to be in Shady Vale.

Did my uncle send you
to bring me home?

Flick had no intention
of telling me your whereabouts.

But his thoughts
were never hard to read.

What?

Who exactly are you?

I am Allanon.

We must reach Druids' Keep.

Wait, you're a Druid?

Right before my mum passed away,
she told me I needed to find you.

Perhaps you should have listened to her.
You'd have saved us both a lot of time.

She gave me these Elfstones.

- The Rover stole those too.
- This is harder than I thought.

You have put our quest in jeopardy.

What quest?

What quest?

Oh, I can't believe
this is the Shannara I've been dealt.

That's my horse!

Hey!

Yes! Hey.

The Four Lands is in grave danger.

Only the last son of Shannara
can save it.

My name's Wil Ohmsford.
You've got the wrong guy.

You're a Shannara.

Your ancestors were
kings and warriors,

heroes who lived and died
defending the Four Lands,

men like your father.

My father was a deadbeat drunk
who died alone and destitute.

You've been lied to.

Do you believe in magic, boy?

Of course not.

Well, magic flowed through your father.

And it flows through you too.

It's in the Shannara blood.

If I had magic inside me,
why didn't it help me save my mum?

It could have.

If you'd known how to unlock it.

I can show you how.

Come.

Your destiny awaits.

(Twig snapping)

Next one goes through your heart!

Who are you?

I mean no harm. Please.

I saw your fire
and I was hoping to warm myself.

You're the second Elf
I've run into this week.

Actually, the first was a mongrel.

Cute but not too bright.

Where are you headed all by yourself?

To the Elvin mission in Culhaven.

I'm a teacher.

You pack light.

Unlike you.

My husband found work near Balinor.

I had to pack up my stuff
and meet him there.

Thank you.

You have no wedding band.

Not that I'm surprised.
Who would want to marry a Rover?

Well, your jewellery
gave you away too, Princess.

I don't know of any teacher who wears
the royal seal of Arborlon

engraved on their cuff.

What was your plan?
Drug me and then rob me?

I steal to survive.

Don't try and justify your actions.

You and your kind are a blight
on the Four Lands.

Ouch. Does the arrogant attitude
also come on a silver platter?

You wouldn't know
the first thing about my life.

Well, you don't have an escort.

My guess, you're running away,

probably from a guy who either
broke your heart or knocked you up.

Whatever your drama,

it doesn't even compare to what
you face out there in the real world.

Thanks for that nugget of Rover wisdom.

(Ellcrys) 'Amberle, we need you.

'Come back.'

Afraid of the dark, Princess?

Now who's the thief?

Believe me, you got
the better end of that trade.

There it is, Druids' Keep.

I can't believe I rode all night for this.

For hundreds of years this fortress
was the centre of the Four Lands.

The wisest men and women
from each race,

they were called here to study
and train in the art of magic.

(Wil) It's just a ruin.

This is sacred ground, Wil.
Don't touch anything.

(Wil) I don't know what you're hoping
to find. There's not much left.

(Allanon) The Codex of Paranor is here.

(Wil) What exactly
does a Codex look like?

(Allanon) It is a book containing
the magical history of the Four Lands.

If there is a way of saving the Ellcrys,
it will be found within its pages.

(Wil) Why don't you just call it
a book of magic?

Is it a Druid requirement that
everything has to sound so mysterious?

I spoke to Lorin.

Amberle told him
the Ellcrys was communicating with her,

giving her visions of the future.

I dismissed it
until I found this in her room.

Demons.

She sketched them
before the Druid showed up.

It can't be a coincidence.

Until we are certain,
I want all the Chosen

and the entire Elvin Council
taken to the palace for safety.

The Black Watch
will guard them night and day.

(Allanon) My mentor told me
he hid the Codex in this chamber

before the Keep fell.

- (Wil) When was that?
- 300 years ago.

Wait, that would make you
way too old to be alive.

Uncle Flick was right. This is crazy.

The Codex is here.

Good luck finding it.
I'm going to Storlock.

You can't walk away
from your destiny, Wil.

Watch me.

You were never going to Storlock.

The Elfstones were guiding you to me.

You know it to be true.

Don't move!

Don't speak.

Let your eyes bear witness!

(Groaning)

And now do you believe?

Magic is real.

Yes.

Will I be able to do that?

One day, maybe.

Behold the Codex of Paranor.

Your hand.

Magic always comes with a price, Wil.

Never forget that.

My ancient Druid's a little rusty.
Maybe you could fill me in.

"When the Ellcrys comes
to the end of its days,

"a flower will bloom
that will bear a single seed.

"A member of the Chosen
must carry that seed to Safehold

"and immerse it in the Bloodfire.

"Only then, can the seed
be returned to the Sanctuary

"and the Ellcrys be reborn."

That doesn't sound so bad.

It's not like you need
a human sacrifice or something.

Where's Safehold?

I've travelled all over these Four Lands
and never come across such a place.

Perhaps...

(Laughing)

Hey, Allanon!

It's me, it's mel

Wil,

we must return to Arborlon!

Hurry!

Amberle.

I'm fine.

Listen, the Ellcrys called to me again.
We're all in great danger.

- There is a Demon headed here.
- Demon?

We have to warn the Chosen.
Where are they?

The King moved us
to the east wing of the palace.

I snuck past the Black Watch
to check on the Ellcrys.

I thought I'd lost you.
You have no idea.

Demons in Arborlon?

I never thought I would live
to see the day.

The Chosen must be protected
at all costs.

They alone can save the Ellcrys.

The Black Watch
should be guarding that door!

The Chosen, they're all dead.

No, one still lives.

(Screaming)

This must be the work of Gnomes.

They've struck
at the heart of the palace before.

Gnomes had no part in this.

It is the work of the Dagda Mor.

The Dagda what?

He was a powerful Elvin Druid
who was corrupted by dark magic.

He has been plotting his revenge now
for thousands of years.

If he's a Druid, can't you find
and destroy one of your own?

I tried,

but he is cloistered in a black henge
which cloaks his location.

I don't understand.

If he really has escaped the Forbidding,
why doesn't he attack himself?

According to the Codex,

the weaker the Ellcrys gets,
the stronger he becomes.

But he will not be truly free
to walk this Earth

until the last leaf has fallen.

Kill the Chosen, kill the Ellcrys.

Until then, he will dispatch his Demons
to carry out his murderous biddings.

Like he has done here.

Can my father and I
please have the room?

Father, you need
to send this Druid away.

People are starting to talk.

They don't understand
why you're under his thrall.

- You mean you don't understand.
- No, I don't.

Six innocent lives have been
slaughtered inside our walls

and you want to blame
Demons and magic?

What would you suggest?

You had planned to step down
in a few months.

Do it now.

Let me take control of the situation.

Let me do
what I have been training to do.

I will lead the Elvin army
and I will root out our real enemy.

My son...

a true leader does not abdicate
at the start of a crisis.

And as for your training,
it is no match for my experience.

By the time I was your age,
I had won the War of the Races

and I had brought peace
to the Four Lands.

You are the greatest King
since Jerle Shannara.

But...

think of your legacy.

After everything that you have done
for the Elvin people,

do you really want to go down

as the mad king
who believes in Demons?

If Princess Amberle is
the last of the Chosen,

how come the tree can't find her?

The Ellcrys has called to her,
but she needs to return voluntarily.

Nobody can be forced into service.

Can't you use your magic,
like you did at Druids' Keep?

Finding a dusty old book is much easier

than tracking a wilful girl
who doesn't want to be found.

I need you to search
the Princess's quarters.

Don't tell anyone of your mission.

The Dagda Mor has an agent
within these walls.

And Wil, don't screw up.

If the Dagda Mor finds Amberle
before we do, the world ends.

Great. Thanks for the encouragement.

Ignore Iggy.

I use him to scare the bark nuts off
any Rover that comes sniffing around.

Aunt Pyrial

You are the spitting image
of your mother.

Now, what are you doing out here?
You could have been kidnapped or killed.

I'm in trouble. I need your help.

How far along are you?

I'm not pregnant.

In your letters...

you said you witnessed magic
during the War of the Races.

That was a very long time ago.

But you still believe in it?

What's really going on, Amberle?

I ran the Gauntlet.

And won.

I became a member of the Chosen.

Your grandfather must be furious.
Good for you!

No, it's a nightmare.

When I laid my hand on the Ellcrys,
I had a vision.

Arborlon in flames,

Demons feasting on the dead.

It was a vision of the future,

a future that's going to happen
because I broke the rules.

You need to help me stop it.

Look what I caught.

Come on, choke!

Eretria!

Eretria!

That's enough!

We scouted that house four nights ago.
I thought you'd double-crossed me.

And risk you putting
a bounty on my head

with every Rover in the Four Lands?

Thanks for the trust.

Where's your haul?

I stripped the place clean,
just as you taught me,

but I got ambushed on the way back.

Ambushed?

They stole my haul with my horse.

Trolls would have eaten you.
Gnomes would have gutted you.

Who was it? Another Rover clan?

An EIf.

An EIf? You should have killed
the arrogant little snot,

cut off its pointy ears
and brought them to me as a souvenir!

Guess you're not cut out
for a heist after all.

It was my first time going solo.
Just give me another shot.

(Grunting)

This is a clan, not a charity.
I'm selling you to Boca Madrid.

He wants a wife and
he's had his eye on you for a while.

Cephalo, wait!

I didn't come back empty-handed.

But you've got to promise
not to sell me.

They're one of a kind.

I'm sure you'd get
a good price for them.

- Those are...
- Elfstones.

There's nothing rarer.

There may be hope for you.

Come on, sweetheart.

Why don't you tell your dad
exactly how you got a hold of these?

(Eventine) My son believes
you're leading me astray.

I remember a younger King

who wouldn't allow the whispers
of doubters to cloud his judgment.

Well, we can't all fall asleep
for decades and...

forget that the world
has moved on without us.

We found him trespassing
in the Princess's room.

He insisted on seeing the Druid.

Your Highness.

I think I know where Amberle is hiding.
She's with somebody called Pyria.

Pyria?

No one has heard
from my sister for years.

According to these letters,
she lives in Wing Hove.

Amberle was secretly
corresponding with her.

I found them hidden in her room.

Why would the Princess need
to write in secret to her aunt?

We had a falling-out many years ago.

She fell in love with a Human.

And when she asked
for my blessing, I refused.

Because she didn't love an EIf?

Because she loved you, Allanon.

I thought she understood
that there was no future for us.

Well, evidently, she didn't.

However, thanks to your very capable
young apprentice here,

we now have our best chance
of getting Amberle home safely.

I will instruct the scouts
to go to Wing Hove.

No.

Wil and I will go, alone.

We will?

Like, inviting a few soldiers
might not be a bad idea.

Whatever killed the Chosen
could still be inside the city walls.

Nobody else is to know
Amberle's location

or her life could be in danger.

As you wish.

What do you think, old boy?

Hm? What do you think?

He said the Elfstones
belonged to his father.

But even he didn't believe
they were magic.

Maybe he was lying.

Where did this halfling say
he was from?

Someplace called Shady Vale.

There used to be stories
about an Elf who lived in the Vale.

He'd gladly tell you his wild tale

of how he single-handedly won
the War of the Races

with nothing but a magic sword
and three humble Elfstones to aid him.

Well, my father taught me not to believe
anything I didn't see with my own eyes.

You think just because
those pointy-eared bastards tell us

that magic's dead,
that's the truth?

What makes you think
I haven't seen it, hm?

Find the halfling
and I promise not to marry you off.

I find him, you grant me my freedom.

So you and the King's sister? Wow.

I never pictured you
as the romantic type.

My relationship with Pyria
is none of your concern.

The age difference
must have been kind of weird.

How old are you, like 3507?

Stop talking.

It's the only thing
keeping my mind off the fact

that we could be ripped apart
by rampaging Demons at any moment.

Nobody should die like that.

Well, thanks to you, we have a chance
of finding Amberle and stopping them.

Wow, was that a compliment?

I'm not much of a conversationalist.

As you can tell,
I don't get much practice.

If you don't want to talk about Pyria,
at least tell me about my dad.

I met Pyria because she was
keeper of the royal archives

when I was tracking down
descents of the Shannara bloodline.

- How come?
- They were being murdered.

Of course they were.

I met your father when he was living
in Shady Vale with the Ohmsfords.

He and Flick were like brothers.

Brothers? No way!

Uncle Flick refuses to talk about him.

Your father is the only reason

this world didn't fall into darkness
30 years ago.

His courage and fortitude
inspire me still.

If he's such a hero,
how come nobody remembers him?

Why did he die a sad, lonely drunk?

Well, you might recall I told you
that magic comes with a price.

Your father mastered the Elfstones.

He defeated a terrible evil
and the magic took its toll.

Is that what's gonna happen to me?

Magic affects each person differently.

And you are not your father, Wil.

So, I'm to use Elfstones I don't have

to protect a Princess
who doesn't want to be found

from a Demon horde
bent on laying waste to the world?

And even if I succeed,
which is entirely doubtful,

my life could still be doomed
because magic will have fried my brain.

Mm.

I liked it better when we didn't talk.

Allanon?

We're here for Princess Amberle.

Look, I can't help you.

She's at the waterfall.

Damn your Druid tricks.

Go now, time is precious.

That's Shea's boy, isn't it?

I'm not convinced
he'll be the man his father was.

After all these years, here you are
standing right in front of me,

looking like you haven't aged a day.

How can that be?

The Druids' sleep.

A deep hibernation
that restored my magic.

I was depleted after the war.

I had no choice but to leave.

No choice?

You abandoned me to grow old
without so much as a goodbye.

And now you return
as young and strong as a spring stag.

Amberle told me about the Ellcrys
and her visions.

The situation is more dire
than she knows.

If you're here, I should have guessed.

And right now
the destiny of the Four Lands

rests upon Wil and Amberle's shoulders.

And once again,
you are the puppet master,

manipulating innocent lives
as you see fit.

Princess Amberle!

Princess Amberle!

Princess Amberle!

Uh-uh, eyes up here!

I'm sorry.

Who are you?

You're an EIf?

Half-ElIf.

Yes, they're small,
so spare me the ear jokes.

How did you find me?

- Your letters to your aunt.
- You went through my things?

Look, it's really important
you return to Arborlon.

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

This conversation would be much
less awkward if you were dressed.

Turn around.

OK.

Let's start over.

Who the hell are you
and what are you doing here?

My name is Wil Ohmsford.

I'm here because the Elicrys is dying

and you are the only one
who can save it.

- The Ellcrys is dying?
- Yes. I know the tree speaks to you.

- Did Lorin tell you that?
- Not exactly.

What aren't you telling me?

I think it's better
if the Druid explains everything.

You're here with a Druid?

I thought they were all dead.

This one just took a very long nap.

Are you his errand boy?

Actually, Allanon brought me along
to protect you.

You're joking, right?

When the sleep calls,
there is no time for goodbyes.

Being a Druid is not a choice.

It's a calling.

You will never know how sorry I am

or how much you still mean to me.

(Screeching)

A Fury.

Stay behind me!

(Screaming)

Aunt Pyria?

I think we should wait for Allanon.

Aunt Pyrial

Amberle!

Amberle, stay back!