The Shannara Chronicles

Previously on "The Shannara Chronicles"...

You said we'd help them across.

And bring a Demon with them?

The hell with that!

I guess my first owners were pretty eager to unload me.

And who knows about my parents.

I've heard of place like this.

Buildings from the age of Man.

This is how we find the Bloodfire.

Your father is dead!

No!

Now you are king.

Let's go!

Eretria!

She's out there alone.

We'll find her.

My friends will find us.

And you'll be sorry when they do.

Your "friends" took off and didn't look back.

Stop.

What is this place?

Human settlement.

But how?

This is Troll country.

They'd be slaughtered.

Move.

Okay, let's go.

Any interest in these?

Of course.

The maps, this atlas.

All of the books.

What about her?

Trust me.

You don't want this one.

I'm gonna trade her in Grimpen Ward,

pay off some debts.

She was after this when I found her.

Seemed pretty important.

Okay.

I'll take it.

And I want the girl.

Girl's not for sale.

Okay... I changed my mind.

Put it all back.

Tye, we had a deal.

Not anymore.

Not unless... you sell me the girl.

I'm not for sale!

She'll cost you double.

Sold.

The wound's infected, Tye.

She's worthless if she dies.

Well, then, Frances,

let's get her to the infirmary.

What are you doing?

Let me go.

I need to find my friends.

Shh, relax.

It's gonna be okay.

You're in Utopia now.

Amberle, wait up!

Hey, wait!

Last track we picked up was over a mile ago.

Okay, we need to gain some ground

before her trail goes cold.

We need to rest.

We need to find Eretria.

Amberle, stop.

She thinks we ran off without her

and that she's alone again.

And I'm not gonna let that happen!

- Why are you yelling? - I don't know!

You feel guilty.

I get it.

So do I.

But we can't get distracted.

We have a job to do here.

How can you even say that?

You're the one always saying we can't let our

feelings get in the way of our mission.

You need to rest, Amberle.

I'll rest after I find Eretria.

Stop!

Probably Trolls.

Eretria told me to expect traps out here.

I will do anything to find her.

But if we want to make it out of these woods alive,

we need to be careful.

We rest, then we eat.

And then...

then we keep looking.

It's fading.

So fast.

Yes.

That is why I need to know what you remember.

You were in the presence of a powerful evil,

fighting for your life.

That kind of darkness, it can follow you.

I understand your concern, I do,

but I'm okay.

Who did that?

You.

Your gift is powerful.

But now that Dagda Mor knows,

he will stop at nothing to own your soul.

I was nearly your age

when my mentor, Bremen, discovered me.

Alone and afraid...

abandoned by my parents.

The Druid trained me in the ways of the Order.

He gave me purpose and control.

And now it is my turn to do the same.

I believe you

to be the next Druid, Bandon.

A Druid?

And what if I don't want that?

The choice is no longer yours to make.

Without training, you won't stand a chance

of surviving the Darkness that is about to descend.

Pie?

- It's actually pretty delicious... - Stop it right there!

Or I will kill you.

A simple "no thanks" would be fine.

You're not a prisoner.

You can leave anytime you want.

But you bought me as a slave.

Okay, I understand how this might be

a little confusing for you,

but I only bought you

to save you.

From the Elf Hunters.

I don't believe you.

I don't blame you.

The world out there is ugly,

and trusting someone equals death.

I get it.

My friends'll be looking for me.

We were separated.

Okay, then I'll get a search party together.

Now, I managed to stop the infection,

but you lost a lot of blood.

You need to rest, heal.

The Wilderun is no place for you

to be running around alone.

I can take care of myself.

I don't doubt that for a second.

But not in your condition.

What are they anyway?

The Sentinels mark the border between the known world

and the Wilderun.

The point of no return.

Wow, that's encouraging.

The Elvin Royal Family commissioned them

after the first War of the Races.

A "gift" to the Four Lands.

A symbol of our newly born unity.

But now?

Now I know they're more than a border.

They're a warning not to cross the Elves.

Look, the Elves have certainly made mistakes,

but what we're doing...

this isn't about saving any one race.

This is for every one of us.

And I think we all deserve saving.

I hope you're right.

And...

I want you to know I'm sorry about Pykon.

That I kissed you like that.

It...

I thought you were dead and then you ran in

and I was so relieved, it was...

Amazing.

Not Pykon, obviously.

That was... insane.

I mean the kiss.

Because that kiss...

That was nothing to be sorry for.

Wil, It's like you said,

we can't let our feelings get in the way.

Just so we're clear...

my feelings aren't "in the way."

My feelings for you are what keeps me going.

Come on.

Fancy meeting you here.

Elf Hunters, huh?

Do you know anything, or not?

Of course, I do.

If it's Elf Hunters, I know where they trade.

He's lying!

He doesn't know where Eretria is anymore than we do.

We're wasting our time here.

Oh, what?

You're gonna leave me here to be gutted by Trolls?

As a matter of fact, I would.

You deserve to die alone in a cage

like the dirty animal you are.

Harsh.

You cut the line at Pykon.

You left us to die!

It looks like you made out okay.