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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...

That...

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.

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.

Amberle, I 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
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 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.

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!

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'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 Ellcrys.

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

Demons in Arborlon?

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.

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 is 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.

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...

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,

and 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.

I liked it better when we didn't talk.

Allanon?

We're here for Princess Amberle.

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 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?

Well, 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!

-- English --

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