The Shannara Chronicles

Previously on The Shannara Chronicles...

- Eretria... - Welcome back, Short Tips.

If Allanon's your father, who's your mother?

She was King Eventine's sister.

You know, in a previous life,

I had a cause and a purpose I was willing to die for.

Sounds like the Weapons Master has a secret past.

I need to see Riga.

Not possible.

My mother hates the elves.

This alliance is some kind of maneuver.

Allanon was taken by the Crimson.

Someone set him up.

Bring me the Druid or your uncle dies.

You let him go!

Who are you?

An old friend sent me.

Guards!

Arrest this intruder.

Arrest him!

"Intruder," Your Highness?

Unfortunately, they can't see me.

What do you want?

No, it's not me.

It's the Warlock Lord.

He'll be back soon and he's come to collect on his deal.

- He was destroyed. - No,

merely delayed.

And he has a very long memory,

so allow me refresh yours.

Do you remember the Mord Wraiths

that encircled this city during the War of the Races?

Choked you off from the outside world...

Until you made a certain deal, that is.

I was young, and my people were starving.

Mmm, and that pact saved your kingdom.

It allowed your people to flourish.

But you banked on the fact that he would never come to collect.

Is this your idea of a threat?

Think of it as a reminder

of what could happen to your people

should you not honor your arrangement.

'Cause you see, when it comes to the Warlock Lord,

debts are always paid.

That blade you're holding is made with Mennonite steel.

The only people who forge weapons with it

are the swordsmiths of Leah.

And every Crimson soldier was armed with one.

Riga's men certainly have a foothold in the kingdom.

Which means the Queen may also be complicit.

Eretria,

you must go back and warn King Ander

that he is nesting with a pit of vipers.

I should stay here with Wil.

The Ellcrys said that he's in...

The Ellcrys understands that each of us has a part to play.

I won't let anything happen to Wil. I promise.

And you'll go with her.

I'll get her to the city, magic man,

but then I'm out.

Wil's stable,

but the Elder Stor said that he lost a lot of blood.

He was asking for you.

Well, I'm gonna go...

Polish my sword.

What do you want?

You're a Druid, right?

Read my mind.

You think you're my daughter, but that is not possible.

'Cause you don't want it to be?

Don't worry.

I've spent my whole life without a father,

I'm not looking for one now.

I was just hoping that maybe you could help me.

She said that you would reject me.

That looking for you was a mistake.

It is a mistake.

You need to rest.

I can't.

We have to be in Paranor by tomorrow or Bandon will kill my uncle.

- Then I'm coming with you. - No.

It's too dangerous.

Why are you pushing me away?

I already lost you once.

The last thing I want is to lose you again.

If we're both lucky enough to survive this,

we'll meet up again.

Sure.

I found these in Graymark.

Figured you might need them.

I'm coming back.

Then I'll see you when I see you.

See you when I see you.

My scouts lost them in the woods.

But they did find this.

Incompetence won't be tolerated.

Get word to Edain.

We need to secure that weapons shipment.

It'll be difficult with the King there.

You find a way!

We need to get going.

- You're not fit to travel. - I'm fit enough.

We can't afford to waste any more time.

I don't trust Bandon to keep Flick alive.

You two talk?

She had a lot to say.

You don't believe her.

I've read her mind.

She believes herself to be my child.

It's not possible.

She used your staff, didn't she?

The Druid's sleep,

I was told that it prevented me from having children.

Maybe they were wrong.

Isn't it worth trying to find out?

Let's go! We need to hit the road.

The sooner we get to Paranor, the sooner we save Flick

and end this once and for all.

I'd think twice about reaching for that sword.

I'd kill you before you reached it.

Where did you disappear to last night?

I thought you were asleep.

It's hard to sleep tied to a tree.

I was making preparations for the Warlock Lord's return.

You think the Warlock Lord is your salvation?

Think again.

You'll end up like

all those other creatures he's enthralled.

A mindless slave.

When I found you,

your town was burned to the ground

and you were cowering in the ashes.

If that's your idea of freedom,

you can keep it.

I'm not naive, boy.

The Crimson are fanatics,

but their cruelty is no match to the Warlock Lord.

I've seen what he can do to good people.

Allanon practically delivered me to the Dagda Mor.

He drove your brother to madness

and he broke Wil's heart.

All so that he could save the world for the good people

who don't give a damn about people like me.

You're wrong.

I'm not.

And I can prove it.

- I'm sorry. - It's okay.

I still have both my eyes.

Those tattoos on your hand...

You were in the Border Legion?

That was a long time ago.

When all hope was lost,

and bodies stacked knee-deep...

They called us.

My men were the best.

You said "were." What happened?

Routine scouting mission.

Gnomes making noise around the Borderlands.

Turns out...

It wasn't gnomes at all.

It was demons.

Pack up.

We got a long ride ahead of us.

Has there been any word from Catania?

Not a whisper.

It's not like her to just disappear.

What exactly did she say when you last spoke to her?

I told you, she was trying to make a graceful exit.

Your engagement wasn't sitting well with her.

She was the one who insisted I cement the alliance.

Lose the scowl.

King Ander, you remember Princess Lyria.

Of course.

She makes quite an impression.

I'll leave you to get acquainted.

Enough chaperones for you?

Yeah, they're nervous that I'll run away.

I heard that's a hobby of yours.

I've heard a lot about you, too.

Why don't we take a walk and compare intel?

What are we doing here?

Putting your theory about good people to the test.

Excuse me.

Uh, my uncle and I are traveling to Arborlon

and we're in need of food and lodging for the night.

I'm sorry to impose.

No trouble.

Always happy to help a fellow elf.

Thank you.

The terrain is treacherous. We walk from here.

Sorry about him. He's not a real people person.

I don't care about having a father.

I just need a teacher.

I don't remember passing through here

the last time we went to Paranor.

We're taking a detour.

You're doing that thing again,

where you don't tell me what's really going on.

Well, this is Wolfkstaag.

Old magic from the Great Wars is rooted here.