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(BOTH PANTING)

MARETH: Wil...

We've been running all night.
Let's stop and rest.

We haven't seen
that thing in hours.

We need to get to Shady Vale
and find my uncle.

Then we can rest.

We're almost there. Okay?

(DISTANT SHRIEK)

(WRAITH SHRIEKING)

They've found us.

(SHRIEKING)

Looks like it brought
a friend with it this time.

(WRAITHS SHRIEKING)

Faster!

Come on!

(WRAITHS SHRIEKING)

Come on! Hurry!

(WRAITHS SHRIEKING)

It should be deep enough
this time of year.

Should be?

(WRAITHS SHRIEKING)

(MARETH GASPS)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(GASPING)

(GASPING)

(MARETH COUGHS)

You okay?

What is this place?

I found it when I was a kid.

I used to skip school
and sneak in here.

It was the only place
I could escape.

Escape from what?

Being different.

I didn't exactly fit in
around here.

(WRAITHS SNARLING
IN DISTANCE)

Okay.

We need a plan.

I'm not far from Shady Vale.

I'll find my uncle,

then head south
to the Human Federation

and seek sanctuary.

- Sanctuary?
- Yeah.

Do you think those things
give a damn about human laws?

They're after you
because you're magic.

Doesn't take a genius
to figure out

you won't last long if you run.

I was finding it hard to believe

that Allanon
could have a daughter,

but you're sounding
more like him by the minute.

(WRAITHS SNARLING IN DISTANCE)

If Allanon's your father,
who's your mother?

She was King Eventine's sister.

Hence the ears.

Pyria?

I, uh, I met her once,
with Allanon.

But he didn't mention
a daughter.

I'm not surprised.

By the time she figured out
she was pregnant,

he had already disappeared.

I didn't even know
he was a Druid

until my magic
started to manifest.

The more I pressed
for information,

the angrier she got.

So, I finally left.

That was the last time
I saw her before she was...

I know what it's like
to lose a mom.

But I haven't seen Allanon
in months,

and I don't plan to,

so coming with me
is a waste of time.

You're a Shannara, he's a Druid,

which makes you my best shot
at tracking him down.

I don't need to
complicate things right now.

Let me make this
really simple for you.

I saved your ass twice,

you're welcome by the way,

so now you owe me.

(WRAITHS SHRIEKING
IN DISTANCE)

Sounds like they've given up.

This is the way out.
Keep close.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

These guys are Rovers.

I know how they think.

Let me do the talking.

MALE ROVER 1: Shut up!

Not another word.

(GRUNTS)

Ladies. (CHUCKLES)

This is your lucky day.

You boys wouldn't be looking
for a fight now, would you?

Because I might be able
to help out with that.

Heads up.

Argh!

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

(ALL GRUNTING)

Phew! (CHUCKLES)

Sorry to hog all the action.

No doubt you ladies
could've handled

these fools all on your own,

but I couldn't risk them
harming the merchandise.

What merchandise?

Lyria here
has been a very bad girl.

- You're a bounty hunter.
- Ooh.

And you're a quick study.

Well, I can't let you take her.

Jax, wait!

(CHUCKLES)

You know who I am?

Then you also know

Garet Jax never waits.

She has nothing to do with this.

Let's say I leave her breathing,

what's in it for me?

What do you want?

What I want...

Is for you
to come along quietly.

I'm not getting paid enough

to carry your spoiled ass
all the way home.

Let's go.

(LYRIA GRUNTS)

You could have come
to the palace.

It was safer to meet here.

The Crimson have eyes and ears
all over Arborlon.

I'll go patrol the perimeter.

Bandon's alive?

What happened at Skull Mountain?

The boy's magic grows stronger,

corrupted by the Warlock Blade.

It was guiding him
to resurrect his master.

ANDER: The Warlock Lord?

No, I thought Wil's father

killed him with
the sword of Shannara.

The Warlock Lord took measures

to ensure his death
was not final.

His followers hid his heart,
his head, his blade,

hoping that
he could be re-born.

Shea and I have recovered
his blade and his head,

but his followers got away
with his heart.

Bandon recovered it.

Great.

So he's one piece away
from bringing back

another Dark Druid.

Why didn't you just
destroy the head?

I said the Warlock Lord

took measures to ensure

that wasn't possible.

You do not understand magic,
Your Highness.

The whole thing plays right
into the Crimson's hands.

It confirms everything
General Riga has been saying

about the danger of magic.

At least tell me
you hid that head

in a place
where Bandon can't find it.

Of course, I did.

But do not underestimate
the boy.

We must be ready for him

and you must make sure

that your kingdom does not

fall apart at the seams.

It's easier said than done.

My people are still in camps.

They're tired and,
and afraid and...

And I'm the king
they're left with.

Which many
don't find encouraging

and right now I...
I can hardly blame them.

Then what you need is support.

In their quest
to eradicate magic,

the Crimson will stop
at nothing.

No race will be spared.

Queen Tamlin has reached out
to me.

She's offered an alliance

between the Elves
and the humans.

Then you must speak with her.

But the truth is you
cannot face the Crimson

or the Warlock Lord alone.

Hey, you gotta keep moving.

And stay under the tree canopy.

We can't risk those things
finding us again.

(BELLS CHIMING)

Oh!

Anybody ever tell you
you're a pain in the ass?

Who taught you how to do that?

No one taught me,
I was born this way.

Allanon didn't have
innate magic.

Druids had to learn it.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah. One of
the many mysteries of my life.

I don't know what
you're expecting from him,

but I wouldn't get your hopes
too high.

It's not like I've got
a lot of options.

He's the last Druid and the
only one that can train me.

Magic is overrated. Trust me.

Yeah. Except when
it benefits you, right?

I watched you heal yourself.

Why do you keep avoiding
who you really are?

You have no idea who I am.

I'm an ordinary guy
who wants an ordinary life.

If you want to be ordinary,
then throw away the Elfstones.

You can't, can you?

You have this amazing gift,
but you just abuse it.

I see the marks on your arm.

I know what they mean, so
don't try to give me some line

about the burden of magic.

You're certainly as judgmental
as your father.

Well, when I learn how
to use my magic,

you won't see me
running and hiding.

Behold, the Kingdom of Leah.

When we were boys, I doubt
our fathers ever thought

the future of the Elves
would be on our shoulders.

But history is made
by those who survive.

I hope I'm making
the right decision.

You have no other choice.
But be careful.

Queen Tamlin always has
a hidden agenda.

King Ander.

Last time I saw you was
at your seventeenth birthday.

You were passed out drunk.

Clearly times have changed.

ANDER: For some of us.

Your beauty remains timeless.

A charmer just like your father.

Let's hope that you are wiser.

You must all be exhausted
after your travels.

Rest now.

I've arranged a feast
in your honor.

Uncle Flick!

Uncle Flick!

Uncle Flick!

Uncle Flick!

FLICK: Wil... (GRUNTING)

- I thought I'd lost you.
- (FLICK CHUCKLES)

You can't get rid
of me that easy.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(GRUNTING)

All right. I'll fix you up.

Your Majesty.

I've recovered your daughter.

She's safe and sound
and back in her gilded cage.

You haven't disappointed me yet.

My offer of a permanent
position is still open.

How sweet.

But I'm not looking to be
anybody's lapdog.

I'm strictly freelance.

You're welcome to join us
at the banquet tonight.

Thanks.

But the royal bordello
is more my style.

As you wish.

Always a pleasure, Jax.

General Riga, the Shannara has
been spotted near Storlock.

Take a patrol.
Retrieve him immediately.

We have word
that the Druid is in Leah.

You and I will handle the Druid.

We need to head south
to Arishaig.

We can seek asylum with the
Federation until this is over.

Asylum?

If we don't stand up
against these men, who will?

It's not just the Crimson.

Tell him about the Demons, Wil.

Demons?

They chased us out of Storlock.

Red and black smoke trails
in the sky.

Mord Wraiths.

Servants of the Warlock Lord.

That's impossible.

Allanon and my father defeated
the Warlock Lord 30 years ago.

That's not the whole story.

How do you know?

Because I was there, Wil.

You know,
you can dress me up, Mother,

but you can't force me
to change.

TAMLIN: Just smile and nod.

Conversation isn't
your strong suit.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(LOUD POUNDING)

FEMALE 1: She's so beautiful!

FEMALE 2: She's gorgeous.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

King Ander, please allow me to
introduce my daughter, Lyria,

Princess of Leah.

The pleasure is mine.

Truly.

(THUDDING)

When the Demons came,
we refused Arborlon's call.

But the reality is,
we wouldn't be alive

if it weren't for the bravery
of the Elves.

I'd like to toast King Ander,

for his courage
in forging this alliance.

CROWD: Hear, hear!

(WOMAN LAUGHS)

(GRUNTS)

Oh.

I should've put you in the
ground when I had the chance.

How'd you get in the palace?

I'm very resourceful.

- Mmm.
- (CHUCKLES)

Where's Lyria?

You like to play dirty.
I like that.

I'm not playing. Where is she?

Safe. That's all
you need to know.

Which ear would you like me
to slice off first?

My advice?

Take your bag of Rover tricks
and go home.

Ooh!

I'm not leaving until you tell
me where the hell she is.

Wait.

You're in love with her,
aren't you?

(CHUCKLES)

Okay.

Okay.

You're lucky.

I have a soft spot
for hopeless romantics.

I know you and my father
didn't always see eye to eye,

but I'd like to change that.

His policies did nothing
but isolate the Elves.

Nobody understands that
more than me.

Then act like it.

The Crimson grow more brazen
by the day.

The other races have dismissed
the threat as an Elven issue.

The Crimson attack human
and Elf alike.

Left unchallenged,

they will bring
the Four Lands to its knees.

I agree.

We must find a way
to persuade the other races

that this is their fight too.

What do you suggest?

A true alliance.

One that sets aside years
of prejudice

and brings our races together.

One that's bound by blood.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You want me to marry
your daughter?

I want Lyria on the throne
in Arborlon.

The sooner the marriage
is official,

the sooner you can secure
your people's future.

(SIGHS)

Eretria?

How did you...

You don't get
to ask the questions.

Why did you lie to me?

I didn't.

I told you that I hated
the person that I used to be.

You were a little light
on the details.

A princess.

Was what we had even real?

The person I was with you?

That's the real me.

I thought I had finally
escaped this place,

that I was free
to live my own life.

But my mother had another idea.

She brought me back
to marry some Elven king.

She wants me on the throne
in Arborlon.

You're marrying Ander?

Look, this isn't
what I want, okay?

My mother hates the Elves.

This alliance is some kind
of maneuver.

- (DOORS OPEN)
- How dare you burst in here!

Leave her alone.

We're under strict orders
from the Queen.

If you really care about me,
tell King Ander I'm here!

My daughter has a weakness
for feisty brunettes.

When she ran away the last time,

it was with a scullery maid.

Before that, an innkeeper's son.

I suppose she forgot
to mention them to you.

She forgot to mention
a lot of things.

Did she feed you the line

that she only felt real
when she was with you?

Nothing holds Lyria's
attention for long.

It's not your fault.

She goes through lovers
like she goes through outfits.

I don't believe you.

TAMLIN: Leave my kingdom,

forget you ever knew
my daughter,

and the diamonds are yours
to keep.

What if I can't be bought?

Then you'll face
the wrong end of a blade.

(GRUNTS)

Last chance, old man.

Where is the Shannara?

We know he was here.

(GRUNTS)

You want to die for some
half-breed magic user?

Suit yourself.

BANDON: Sorry to interrupt.

Who the hell are you?

(GRUNTS)

(GURGLES)

What are you?

Something you'll
never comprehend.

(GRUNTING)

Wil has an uncle in Shady Vale.

You got what you wanted.

Now you can finish
what they started.

My fight isn't with you.

But prepare yourself
for the war to come

because once
the Warlock Lord returns,

no one will be safe.

(WRAITH SNARLING)

Shea and I were loyal brothers.

When he was called by Allanon
to face the Warlock Lord...

(SIGHS) I couldn't
let him go alone.

Why didn't you
tell me this before?

When Shea left, after the war,
he asked me to watch over you.

To raise you as my own.

And he made me promise
to tell you nothing of magic.

He wanted to keep you safe.

But I can't
protect you anymore, Wil.

Whether your father
accepted it or not,

you share his calling.

Do you still have the Elfstones?

I know you told me
to get rid of them, but...

I was wrong.

You said they drove
my father mad.

It wasn't the stones
that drove Shea mad.

Denying his purpose,

wallowing in regret,

that's what killed your father.

You've been quiet
since we got back.

Did something happen
with the Queen?

Let's just say, Tamlin lived
up to her reputation

as a tough negotiator.

Out on the balcony,
when we were talking terms...

She said she wouldn't agree
to the alliance

unless you married her daughter.

- How did you...
- I spent my life

in the Palace as
a handmaiden to your family.

I got a front row seat
to royal politics.

I won't spend the rest of my
life in a loveless marriage.

Not for anything.

This is about the survival
of the Elves.

Your father,
your brother, Amberle...

They all gave their lives

so that we could build
a better world.

It's time we start doing that.

Can I help you, Princess?

Eretria!

This woman is a hero
in the War of the Forbidding.

Inform Queen Tamlin that
she's under my protection.

Is Wil with you?

I have a message from Amberle.

You don't know?

(STAMMERS) Know what?

EDAIN: Sir...

If you'll excuse me.

Whatever you need.
You're family now.

Amberle...
The Ellcrys spoke to me.

In what way?

I had a vision.

She said Wil was in danger.

That's why I came back.

I'd hoped to spare Wil
from further conflict,

but if the Ellcrys
has sent warning,

I can wait no more.

If the Warlock Lord returns,

Wil is the only one
who can stop him.

Which means Bandon
will be looking for him.

Bandon?

What does he have
to do with this?

I will explain on the way
to Shady Vale.

Wil is there.

I have sensed
the Elfstones' presence.

LYRIA: Eretria.

ALLANON: I sense you two
have things to discuss.

Make sure she's not too long.

I'll be in the hall.

LYRIA: Look,
I'm sorry that I lied.

And I'm sorry I hurt you...

But it doesn't have
to end like this.

Is that what you told
the innkeeper's son

or the scullery maid?

My mother is just trying
to drive us apart.

Was she lying about them?

No. But it's different
with you.

What we have is special.

Then prove it.

Leave with me tonight.

You don't know Tamlin.

My mother would hunt us down
and kill you.

(SIGHS)

Let's go, there's nothing
left for me here.

RIGA: Allanon.

The last Druid of Paranor.

Since I was a boy,
I dreamed of meeting a Druid.

I've read your histories,
studied your texts.

General Riga.

The madman behind the Crimson.

I will give you one chance.

Surrender willingly.

Oh, there's no need for that.

Your magic won't affect me.

(GRUNTS)

(YELLS)

(WRAITH SHRIEKING)

MARETH: Wil!

Wil, we have to
get out of here now!

RIGA: That collar is never
to come off.

It blocks his magic.

Get him back to Graymark.

- Where's Graymark?
- CATANIA: No idea.

But those are definitely
members of the Crimson.

Tell Ander
that Allanon's been taken.

He must send a patrol.

What about you?

I have to find Wil
before Bandon does.

Where's King Ander?

Meeting with Queen Tamlin
to accept her terms.

Why? What's going on?

Allanon was taken
by the Crimson.

Someone set him up.
They were

waiting for him at the stables.

We need to tell
the King immediately.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Are you sure?

Yes! I saw it myself.

Who else knows this?

(STAMMERING) No one.
I came straight here. What...

You did
the right thing, Catania.

What?

- (GRUNTS)
- (GASPS)

(WRAITHS SHRIEKING)

No, save your magic.

You'll just be sending up
a signal of where we are.

Can those things be killed?

Not in smoke form.

Trust me on this.

Well, we can't just stay
out here in the open.

We can take cover in the barn.

Let's go.

What are you doing?

Buying you some more time.

Get your uncle out of here.

Bring it on, bitches!

(SHRIEKING)

(WRAITH SNARLING)

Shannara.

Stay back.

(SHRIEKING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

- We need to run.
- Okay.

Someone's a little rusty.

What the hell are you
doing here, Bandon?

Embracing my destiny.

That thing belong to you?

They belong to the Warlock Lord.

It helped me find you.

Why? What do you want?

I want justice.

For magic users like us, Wil,

hunted by people
who don't understand.

Abused by men like Allanon.

I'm sorry about
what happened to you,

but Allanon was trying to help.

Is that what you tell yourself

every time you dream of Amberle?

When you think about the friends

and family that you lost?

He lied to us.

Don't listen to him, Wil.

BANDON: No, he doesn't
have to say anything.

I can hear his thoughts.

You blame the Druid
for Amberle's death.

Stay out of my head.

BANDON: The Warlock Lord
can teach us, Wil.

He can help us reach
our full potential.

He could even
bring Amberle back for you.

Don't you want that?

(GRUNTS)

- Mmm. Uh-uh-uh.
- (GRUNTS)

I like you, Wil.

You were kind to me
when no one else was.

But you have something that
belongs to the Warlock Lord.

Tell me where to find it.

The skull!

He told me you knew
where they hid it.

Well, then you got
some bad information.

(GASPS)

I don't understand.

(GRUNTS)

Argh!

BANDON:
You're hiding something.

Tell me!

Please!

Wait!

I know what you're looking for.

Just let the boy go.

I was with Allanon
when the Warlock Lord fell.

I helped him hide the skull.

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

Of course.

The Shannara wasn't Wil.

It was his father.

(GRUNTS)

The skull is in Paranor.

Locked in a magical safe
which I can't open.

No, but a Druid
and a Shannara can.

(GRUNTS)

Find Allanon
and bring him to Druids' Keep.

Why would I do that?

BANDON: You know that
all of this is his fault...

And because you love your uncle.

(SNARLS)

FLICK: Argh!

Whoa! (SCREAMS)

You let him go!

(GRUNTS)

(GASPING)

You have three days, Wil.

Bring me the Druid...

Or your uncle dies.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)