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Previously on The Shannara Chronicles...

She wants me on the throne in Arborlon.

You're marrying Ander?

The Warlock Lord took measures to ensure

his death was not final.

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

At least

tell me you hid that head in a place where Bandon can't find it.

This thing is what brought you here.

So you could help us find something very important.

- Take care of yourself, Wil. - You too, Dad.

The Warlock Lord killed my husband and gave me the throne.

When the Warlock Lord returns, he'll expect you to honor your bargain.

He's coming for the Well.

Tamlin sent me to kill Riga, and now I think

he's planning some sort of payback.

We have to warn them.

Shall we begin?

No!

We have to move!

No.

Fall back to the Throne Room, now!

We only have a minute before Riga breaks that door down.

You need to protect this stone, no matter what.

It's the key to Heaven's Well.

And only you can open it.

I don't understand.

I made a deal long ago to save our people.

At the time, I didn't think I had a choice.

I hope one day you can forgive me.

You're not making any sense.

Find Cogline, he'll explain everything.

I'll always love you.

And I always have.

You two need to move. Now!

- Use the tunnels out of the palace. - Yes.

Follow me, Princess.

No, what about you?

It's time I pay for my sins.

Now go!

Let's go.

Come on! We have to go.

Surrender or die!

The choice is yours.

Search the palace for the princess.

She can't have gone far.

Leah belongs to the Crimson now.

Once I take Arborlon, no other race will dare challenge me.

My people will never recognize you.

They will do as they're told.

As will you.

Bow to me.

Comply.

Or I'll have my men start executing your subjects

one by one until you do.

Now,

bow.

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We need a stretcher!

He's barely breathing.

People need help.

Get him inside, now.

Easy, take it easy.

His pulse is fading.

That's no ordinary wound.

What happened?

He was cut by the Warlock blade.

I assume you've tried using the Elfstones to heal him?

They only make it worse.

Is he gonna die?

I've never dealt with anything like this before.

So I honestly don't know.

We'll be safe down here,

at least for a while.

I can't believe I abandoned my mother.

She wanted you to live.

- If you'd stayed there, you'd be de... - Dead?

Maybe the world would be better off if I died and Ander lived.

Don't say that.

Ander died protecting you.

I can't do this, okay?

My mother always had an answer and a plan.

And now all you want is to have her standing here.

Lyria, I felt the same when Cephelo died.

He was a lying, thieving Rover,

but he sacrificed himself so that I could live.

So, what do I do?

No more running.

We find Cogline.

Your mother said he would explain everything.

Lyria,

we're gonna fight to win your kingdom back.

The more we drain, the worse it seems to get.

He slipped into a coma.

No.

No, there's gotta be a way we can wake him up.

I'm afraid I'm out of ideas.

We aren't just giving up?

He was just starting to accept me.

- Mareth. - No. I trusted you, Wil.

Bandon has the skull now, and my father is dying.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

Come on.

You have to fight.

You need to fight.

You have to.

I can't do this without you.

Wil?

Hey.

How is he?

The same.

Look, about what I said I...

Don't apologize. You were right.

Allanon saw it clear as day. Bandon played me for a fool.

You're a good person, Wil.

You care about people. That's not a weakness.

It does not change the fact that I am the reason

Allanon is in a coma and that Flick is dead.

Every time I try to do the right thing,

it all goes wrong.

Really?

You want to wallow in self-pity?

Okay, that's fine.

But it's not gonna help us save Allanon,

or defeat the Warlock Lord.

We've tried magic and medicine.

I'm not sure what else we can do.

Okay.

Allanon and I have a complicated relationship.

But he means a lot to me.

Just don't tell him I said that, okay?

I'm pretty sure he already knows that.

We're gonna figure out a way to save your father.

There hasn't been any change.

When Allanon came here last year to ask me to train you,

he left this is my care.

I thought it might be of some help now.

The codex of Paranor.

Eretria.

Amberle?

The darkness is almost here.

Wil is in Storlock. Bring him to the Ellcrys.

He is the last hope.

Show yourself!

It's only me.

I've been dodging Crimson soldiers for hours.

Thank goodness you're both safe.

I heard what happened to King Ander.

I hoped I'd find you here.

Eretria, what is it?

Amberle.

She appeared to me again.

The answer must be in here somewhere.

It would help if I could actually read any of it.

Wait, wait, wait. Let me try.

- Wait, can you... - Read Druid?

- Yeah. - Since when?

My mom taught me.

I thought she didn't want you to have anything to do

with magic or Allanon.

She kept letters.

Ones that he had written her.

She'd read them to me,

said that they were in a secret language.

That was when I was younger, before I knew the truth.

Love letters from Allanon.

Can't even imagine.

He may be a Druid but he still has feelings.

Okay.

Wait.

I think I found a way to wake him up.

How?

It says I need to enter his "dream state."

Once I'm there, I can bring him back.

Just like that?

There is a catch.

If Allanon dies while I'm in there,

I die, too.

No. No way.

- That's too risky. - Magic always has a price.

Right?

I'm willing to make the sacrifice.

- Mareth. - He's my father, Wil.

I can't just sit back and watch him die.

You would do it.

If the Ellcrys called to you,

then we have to assume that the Warlock Lord

will be woken from his slumber.

You need to find Wil.

Get him to the Ellcrys.

What about Lyria?

She will be under my protection.

With your mother captured, you are the key to Heaven's Well.

I need to get you as far away as possible.

I don't understand. What's Heaven's Well?

You've heard the story of the Silver River?

Of course. Every kid in Leah has.

Long ago, a mystical king, poured magic sand into the river,

turning it silver,

giving life to the Four Lands.

Like every myth,

it contains a grain of truth.

The river is magic.

You are a descendant of that magical king's bloodline.

The source of the magic,

is Heaven's Well.

If the Warlock Lord returns,

he will be coming for the Well.

And you.

Where are you taking her?

Back to the enclave.

She'll be safe in the Wilderun.

It's what your mother would want.

Go, get ready.

We need to leave before sunrise.

If the Warlock Lord is back,

the more susceptible you will be

to the darkness that sleeps inside you.

You must find Wil at all costs.

He's the only one that can stop the Warlock Lord.

And help save me from myself.

He's fading fast.

If you're going to risk doing this, then we must act now.

We need to cut this rune into his skin,

just above his heart.

Then the mirror image of the symbol has to be carved into my palm.

Once the runes are joined,

I'll recite this incantation and be transported into his dreamscape.

From which you might never return.

I can't let you do this. Let me go.

He's my father, Wil.

You, of all people, should understand.

All right.

Just know, that I will not leave your side

until you're both back here safe and sound.

I'm in your hands.

Seize him!

I claim this Fortress in the name of the Warlock Lord.

Almost done.

You are doing great.

There's that bedside manner I remember.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Maybe I read it wrong.

Allanon?

Allanon!

Today we join the kingdoms of Leah and Arborlon

and cleanse the world of magic and all its defenders.

Bring out Ander's body.

Show such disrespect to the dead.

You have been accused of treason,

crimes against the state.

Punishment is death.

You plotted my assassination,

protected and defended magic users throughout the Four Lands.

Admit your crimes. Repent, pledge your loyalty to the Crimson

and I will grant you mercy.

I refuse to recognize you or the authority of this court.

And you can save your mercy.

You can shove it up your ass.

So be it.

Go door to door.

I want every man, woman and child

gathered in the streets to witness Crimson justice.

The sentence will be carried out at sunset.

What are you doing here?

I'm trying to save you.

I do not need saving.

You know, a "thank you" might be nice.

That thing almost gutted me.

The very reason you should be in Storlock and not here.

I'm not leaving here without you.

I am not ready to return to the land of the living.

It is not time yet.

I've spent my whole life wondering about you. What you were like,

what you would think of me.

And now that I've found you, I'm not about to let you disappear again.

There is a lot more at play here than just your feelings.

You're my father,

it doesn't get more important than that.

Even if you don't care about me,

I know you care about protecting magic.

Don't you wanna pass on that knowledge?

Did I say I wasn't coming back?

I said it was not time yet.

There is someone I must find.

Who I can only commune with in this world.

Well then, let's go find him.

You can do this, Mareth.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

Amberle came to me again.

She said the darkness is almost here and that you're our last hope.

This is Hadeshorn.

The sacred lake of the Druids.

Come.

It's beautiful.

Do not let your eyes deceive you.

This water is lethal for those who have not been called.

Meaning me.

Stay here.

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Bremen.

It's been too long.

When last we spoke,

you foretold that another Druid had emerged.

I trained Bandon, believing he was the one.

I pushed him to control his powers.

But now he has walked the path of darkness.

I said another had emerged.

But Bandon was not the one I spoke of.

I was referring to another,

one that possesses innate magic.

How can it be so?

She is my daughter.

Yes, and soon her powers shall outshine even yours.

But she will need your help to harness her gifts.

I only hope you have enough time

to train her before your mortal journey ends.

Amberle was very clear.

We need to go to the Ellcrys.

That's harder than it sounds.

I spent weeks in the sanctuary,

laying my hand on the tree, begging Amberle to reveal herself to me.

But she never did.

But there's gotta be a way.

Why else would she appear to me?

Wil! They're walking up.

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Wil.

One of your runes just vanished.

Hey.

You're okay.

You all right?

I don't know. It hurts.

What's happening?

Everything is about to change.

You are the next Druid.

The Druidic runes on the back of my neck

are the physical manifestation of my magic.

And they have begun to vanish.

And your magic along with them?

But another has emerged.

You have been summoned to carry the torch of the Druids.

- Wow. - Yeah, that's one way to put it.

What happens once all your runes have disappeared?

We have more serious concerns at hand.

She has called to you again.

She came to me in a vision.

Really looking forward to learning this whole Druid mind-reading thing.

What are we talking about?

Amberle appeared to me again.

She said she needs to speak to Wil.

That he's your last hope.

But I don't know how to get into the tree. I need your help.

You don't need help.

The Ellcrys has the answers you seek.

Allanon, you don't understand.

I've been to the tree so many times and I've never...

This is different.

This time you have been summoned.

You must get to Arborlon at once.

Doing okay, Your Highness?

I'm feeling reflective.

I suppose that is to be expected.

Hard to see life for what it is when you're living it.

My father used to say, no matter how long one walks this earth,

the end always comes sooner than you expected.

Sounds like a cynical guy.

Oh, he was nothing if not practical.

All I wanted was to

safeguard my kingdom.

Protect my daughter and

provide for her children's children.

I had only the best of intentions.

Yeah.

I think we all start out that way.

Then reality kicks us in the head.

And now the end has come,

and it's too late to right any wrongs.

I beg you. Find Lyria,

protect her.

Protect Heaven's Well.

At all costs.

It's time.

I'm ready.

I'm sorry I have to leave like this.

No, of course, you need to go.

I'm glad you made it back in one piece.

As a Druid to boot.

So, what do you think Amberle wants?

Oh, I'm not sure.

Hoping she can

tell me what I need to know to defeat the Warlock Lord.

I'm sure it's more than that.

I know what she meant to you.

Yeah, I've wanted to see her for a year and now

I get the chance.

You're scared.

Well, along with a thousand other emotions.

Sure you're okay?

Other than the weight of a thousand-year-old order on my shoulders,

I'm good.

All right.

I know Allanon hasn't been the world's greatest dad,

but I'll bet he's a hell of a teacher.

Wil,

we should go before we lose more daylight.

Good luck.

You, too.

Don't beat yourself up.

You're not the first girl to fall for Wil Ohmsford.

I'm that obvious, huh?

Let's just say, I've been there.

I'd know that look anywhere.

Is it weird that I'm jealous of a tree?

You haven't said three words since we left Storlock. What's up?

Nothing. I'm fine.

Your ears are turning red.

You stole my line.

There is something I need to tell you.

Okay.

Ander's dead.

Riga killed him.

He was a good man.

But now that he's gone, what will become of the Elvin people?

I mean, he was the last in the royal line.

Except he's wasn't.

- What? - Ander wasn't the last.

His father, his brothers. Even Amberele.

King Eventine's sister had a child.

A girl.

Mareth.

Mareth is the next in line for the throne of Arborlon.

A Druid sword?

Of my own?

It is time.

How does it work?

You must focus.

Try to clear your mind of distractions.

Very good.

Now you must learn how to use this to fight.

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