All language subtitles for The Shannara Chronicles S01E02

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 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
Elfstones...

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?

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 mom?

It could have...

if you'd known
how to unlock it.

I can show you how.

Come.

Your destiny awaits.

?

?

The 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'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 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.

?

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.

Can't believe I rode
all night for this.

For hundreds of years,
this 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 ruin.

This is
sacred ground, Wil.

Don't touch anything.

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

there's not much left.

The Codex of Paranor
is here.

What exactly does
a Codex look like?

It's 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.

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
that the Ellcrys

was communicating with her.

Giving her visions
of the future.

I'd 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.

My mentor told me
that he hid the Codex

in this chamber before
the Keep fell.

When was that?

300 years ago.

Wait, that would
make you...

way too old
to be alive.

My 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!

Whoa!

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
can 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 traveled all
over these Four Lands

and I've never come across
such a place.

Perhaps...

?

Hey, Allanon!
It's me, it's me!

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.

?

?

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's 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 brought peace to
the Four Lands.

You are the greatest king
since Jerle Shannara.

But...

But 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 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 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.

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 Pyria?

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 was beginning to think
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've
eaten you.

Gnomes would've gutted you.

Who was it,
another Rover clan?

An Elf.

An Elf?

Well, 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.

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 could 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?

?

My son believes you're
leading me astray.

I remember a younger king

who wouldn't allow
the whispers of the 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-- 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 Elf?

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?

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, hmm?

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.

Do 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.

I never pictured you as
the romantic type.

My relationship with Pyria
is none of your concern.

I'm 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 Amberle

and stopping them.

Whoa.

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,

but the magic...
took its toll.

Is that what's
gonna happen to me?

Magic affects each person
differently.

But you are not
your father, Wil.

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.

Mmm.

I liked it better
when we didn't talk.

?

? Out of the way
from this place ?

? In the form of the... ?

Allanon?

We're here for
Princess Amberle.

I can't help you.

? Mighty tiny distortion ?

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.

? If I surrender ?

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 good-bye.

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?

Uh...

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 Arborlon.

Yeah, that's not
gonna happen.

This conversation would be
much less awkward

if you were dressed.

Turn around.

Okay.

?

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 Ellcrys is dying

and you are the only one
who can save it.

The Ellcrys is dying?

Yes, and 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 good-byes.

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!

Aunt Pyria!

I think we should
wait for Allanon.

Aunt Pyria!

Amberle!

Amberle... stay back!

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