The Shannara Chronicles

The Crimson have taken Arborlon.

Body's still warm.

Any sign of the other Chosen?

Should be six more.

Fresh tracks heading east into the woods.

The Crimson, how many were there?

Too many.

The Chosen are the keepers of the Ellcrys.

Riga's sending a message.

Anyone who protects magic will die.

We have to stop this.

No, we're not. You have to see Amberle.

We can't just do nothing.

I'll find The Chosen. But Amberle asked for you.

She said the fate of the Four Lands depends on you.

So you're going in there to see her.

Now.

You don't know how many times

I've come to the Ellcrys and tried to talk to you.

I know.

I heard you.

Then why didn't you answer me?

There was nothing I could say.

How about goodbye?

It all happened so fast.

One minute we were in the Sanctuary

and the next you were...

I made the choice, Wil.

It was the only way to save the Four Lands.

I know.

And I tried to make peace with that.

It's been difficult, I know.

Difficult?

I loved you.

I still love you, Amberle.

What we have...

What we had

was a moment in time we can always cherish

But that time has passed.

Maybe for you.

You made the decision.

You never told me or included me

you just left me alone to pick up the pieces.

You're angry.

And you have every right to be

but this was my destiny and now you must face yours.

Look

I know what's at stake.

The Warlock Lord is back

and supposedly I'm the only one who can defeat him.

Except I can't.

I've seen my truth and it's not what you think

What did you see?

That I fail.

I don't defeat him.

The Warlock Lord kills everyone I care about.

Allanon

Eretria...

And Mareth?

Unlike you and my father

I'm not strong enough to save the world.

The truth that I saw is that the Warlock Lord wins.

Wil, the truth is yet to be.

The Warlock Lord is powerful in ways you have yet to encounter.

His dark magic is unmatched. But you can defeat him.

Tell me how.

He has a weakness.

It's the thing that destroyed him the last time

he walked the earthly plane.

- The Sword of Shannara. - Yes.

And, as the Shannara, only you can wield it.

So the one thing standing between my saving the Four Lands

and total annihilation is the sword?

Then we have a really big problem.

Why has a mortal boy

awoken the Warlock Lord

imprisoning me in the flesh of my mortal enemy?

To be your servant.

And yet there is something else.

Something on your mind.

A desire.

Speak.

I was hoping, my Lord

that you might grant me a request.

Catania.

She's the only person that I've ever loved.

If you would grant her life, so that we could be together again

I'll forever be in your service.

Again. Faster.

This is pointless.

Get up. You have much to learn.

We are not done yet.

Why can't I just use magic to fight?

Because magic is not a weapon.

It must be used sparingly.

- Magic... - Yeah, I know.

Magic always has a price.

Again.

Do you think that becoming a Druid is easy?

Understand this

your life is no longer your own.

You'll be at service to the Four Lands and...

I'll get help.

There's no point.

When I defeated the Dagda Mor

I should have sequestered myself into Druid's sleep

to replenish my magic.

But I couldn't.

I had to find Bandon.

The sleep, it takes years

even decades.

What happens if you don't take the sleep?

You die, don't you?

Maybe we can work out a deal.

Buy you a few more hours of your life.

You're dead, Rover!

You'll have to catch me first.

We don't have much time.

I don't know how to thank you.

Don't thank me yet. They'll be back.

What now?

We need to get you to the tunnels below Arborlon.

You'll be safe there.

Keep up with me.

It's working.

Where am I?

Catania.

Catania, look at me.

It's okay.

It's okay.

You?

- It's okay. - Get away from me!

- It's okay. It's okay! - No!

- I'm not going to hurt you. - No!

Okay?

I know...

I know what you must think of me.

And I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

I'd rather be dead than be with you.

I never meant to hurt you.

Enough.

Enough.

Come to me.

What have you done?

Catania.

Get away from her!

When my sword struck the Warlock blade

it revealed the truth of what's gonna happen.

I saw flashes of them all dying.

Eretria returning to the darkness

Allanon and Mareth, covered in blood.

I was helpless to stop it.

I could feel myself being pulled under water

the whole world going cold.

- Wil... - Look, the truth is

I fail. It's as simple as that.

I've seen it.

I've felt it.

Nothing about the truth is simple.

The sword broke when your truth was revealed

because you weren't ready to face it.

What truth is that?

Wil.

Dad?

What are you doing here?

I'm here to help you face your truth.

My truth.

My truth is, I'm no hero.

I don't save anyone. I'm not you.

You're a better man than me, Wil.

Me? No.

You're the legendary Shea Ohmsford

hero of the War of the Races.

Don't you ever wonder why I became a drunk?

Why I died alone in that cave?

It was because I was a failure living a lie.

To defeat the Warlock Lord

I had to risk making the ultimate sacrifice.

I couldn't.

The thought of leaving Heady behind

and never having you

was too much.

I was ashamed to be alive because I couldn't face my truth.

Don't make that same mistake.

You have information about the Druid?

Yes, General.

He was brought into Storlock several days ago, badly wounded.

And who brought him in?

His daughter.

His daughter?

They say she has powers, too, sir.

Why would they come to Storlock?

The Druids have no use for medicine.

Uh, the Elder Stor was keeping something for him.

Something called a Codex.

And why should I believe you?

This is what the demons did to me.

I want things back the way they were

before magic.