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Previously on the Shannara Chronicles. Only the first seven runners become

members of the Chosen.

It's time the four lands had a female Chosen. Open it.

Your elves don't. No, Mom.

Don't leave me. I'm moving to Storlock to train as a healer.

I thought elves were supposed to be smart. I'm half elf. You're welcome to

the Order of the Chosen. The Elgris called to me. It showed me horrible

visions of the future. The Elgris is sick.

H-leaf represents a single demon. Once they begin to fall, the creatures of

darkness will be released from the forbidding one by one.

Get dressed, Will.

How do you know my name?

Where's Eritrea?

Your rover girl is long gone.

Rover?

I don't understand.

This is her house. No, it's not.

It's theirs.

I'm an idiot.

You'll get no argument from me.

You were supposed to be in Shadyvale.

Did my uncle send you to bring me home?

Flicka had no intention of telling me your whereabouts.

But his thoughts were never hard to read.

What? Who exactly are you?

I am Al-Anon.

We must reach Druid's Keep.

Wait, you're a druid?

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

Perhaps you should have listened to her. You would have saved us both a lot of

time.

She gave me these elf stones.

The... The rover stole those, too. This is going to be harder than I thought.

You have put our quest in jeopardy.

What quest? What quest?

What quest?

I can't believe this is the Shannara I've been told.

That's my horse.

Hey, Aurora.

Yes.

The fool lands us in grave danger.

Only the last son of Shannara can save it.

My name's Will Almsford.

You got the wrong guy.

You're 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 mom?

It could have.

If you'd known how to unlock it.

I can show you how.

Your destiny awaits.

Mm-hmm.

Georgia, you first.

Oh, her side.

Until we go down

Next one goes straight through your heart.

Who are you?

I mean no harm.

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

You're the second elf I run into this week.

Actually, the first was a mongrel.

Cute, but not too bright.

Where are you headed all by yourself?

To the Elven mission in Clohaven.

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 jewelry 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're gonna have to

face out there in the real world. Thanks for that nugget of rover wisdom.

Afraid of the dark, princess?

Now who's the thief?

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

Through its cape.

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

For hundreds of years, its fortress was the center 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.

It's just a road.

This is sacred. The ground will.

Don't touch anything.

I don't know what you're hoping to find.

There's not much left.

Codex of Paranor is here.

What exactly does a codex look like?

It's a book containing the magical history of the four lands.

There's a way of saving the elk race that we found within its pages.

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 Lauren.

Amberley told him that the Elquist 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 Druids showed up. It can't be a

coincidence.

Till we are certain that all the Chosen and the entire Elven Council take him to

the palace for safety.

Black Watch will guard them night and day.

My mentor told me that he hid the Codex in this chamber before the Keep fell.

When was that?

Three hundred 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 store lock You can't walk away from your

destiny will 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 build witness!

Magic is real.

Yes.

Will I be able to do that?

One day, maybe.

Behold, the Codex of Paranormal.

Your hand.

Magic always comes with a price, Will.

Never forget that.

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

When the Elchris 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 Elchris be reborn.

That doesn't sound so bad.

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

Where's Safehold?

I've traveled all over these four lands and I've never come across such a place.

I'm sorry.

I'll see

you

next time.

I don't know what to

say.

We must return to Abalon.

Hurry!

I'm fine.

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

There's 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 Elcrise.

I thought I'd lost you.

I have no idea.

Demons in Avalon? Never thought I would live to see the day.

The Chosen must be protected at all costs.

They alone can save the Elkreis.

Black Watch shall be guarding that door.

The Chosen.

They're all dead.

No.

One's still alive. level.

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 Maw.

The Dagda what?

He was a powerful elven 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 Elchrys 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 Elchrys.

Until then...

He'll dispatch his daemons 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 this situation. Let me do what I have been training to

do. I will lead the elven 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'd brought

peace to the four lands.

You are the greatest king since Joel Shannara.

Think of your legacy.

After everything that you have done for the Elven people, do you really want to

go down as the mad king who believes in demons?

If Princess Amberley is the last of the chosen, how come the tree can't find

her? The Elchrys 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 Druid's Keep?

Finding a dusty old book is much easier than tracking a willful 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 Dagdemore has an agent within these walls.

And Will, don't screw up.

If the Dagdemore finds Amberleigh before we do, the world ends.

Great. Thanks for the encouragement.

Ignore Iggy.

You use him to scare the barknuts off any robber that comes sniffing around.

spitting image of your mother.

What are you doing out here? 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.

You still believe in it?

What's really going on, Amberley?

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 Elkries, I had a vision.

Arberlon 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.

That's enough.

We scouted that house four nights ago.

I was beginning to think you 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 hall?

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

But I got ambushed on the way back.

Ambushed? They stole my hall with my horse.

Trolls would have eaten you.

Gnomes would have gutted you. Who was it? Another rover clan?

An elf.

An elf?

We 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.

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.

Cephala, 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 could get a good price for them.

No, sir. Elves don't.

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?

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 Amberley's hiding.

She's with somebody called Pyria.

Pyria?

No one has heard from my sister for years.

According to these letters, she lives in Wingove.

Amberley was secretly corresponding with her. I found them hidden in her room.

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

They had a falling out many years ago.

She fell in love with a human.

When she asked for my blessing, I refused.

Because she didn't love an elf.

Because she loved you, Al-Anon.

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 Amberley home safely.

I will instruct the scouts to go to Wing Hove.

No.

Will 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 Amberley'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 Shadyvale.

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 elf stones 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?

Hmm?

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.

Never pictured you as the romantic type.

My relationship with Pyre is none of your concern.

Sure, the age difference must have been kind of weird. How old are you, like

350?

Stop talking.

I can't. 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 Amberley and stopping them.

Whoa. Is 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 Pyrea, at least tell me about my dad.

I met Pyrea because she was keeper at the Royal Archives when I was tracking

down descendants of the Shannara bloodline.

How come?

They were being murdered.

Of course they were.

I met your father when he was living in Shadyvale with the Olmsfords.

Ian Flick.

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.

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 the terrible evil and the magic.

Look at Stahl.

So what's going to happen to me?

Magic affects each person differently.

But you are not your father, Will.

So I'm supposed 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 I

liked it better when we didn't talk

Al-Anon?

We're here for Princess Amberley.

Look, I can't help you.

She's at the waterfall.

Damn you druid tricks.

Go now. Time is precious.

That's Shae'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?

A druid's 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.

Now you return young and strong as a spring stack.

Amberley told me about the Elchris and her visions.

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 Will and Amberley's

shoulders. But once again, you are the puppet master, manipulating innocent

lives as you see fit.

Princess Amberly!

Princess Amberly!

Eyes up here.

I'm sorry.

Who are you?

You're an elf?

Half elf.

And 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 Arbalon.

Yeah, that's not going to happen.

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

Let's start over.

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

My name is Will Almsford. I'm here because the Elkries is dying and you're

the only one who can save it.

The Elkries is dying?

Yes, and I know the tree speaks to you.

Did Lauren 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, Al-Anon 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.

A fury.

Stay behind me.

I think we should wait for Alan on.