The Shannara Chronicles

Previously on The Shannara Chronicles...

The Changeling is an ancient Demon,

that can inhabit the form of any being it chooses.

Long live the king.

The truth has been lying to us.

This sword is a talisman of evil.

It is you who are the danger.

The Druid is no more.

Pykon's no fairy tale.

My parents died in the dungeons of that stinking Elvin Fortress.

I'd really like to get the hell out of here.

Run!

Hold on!

The hell with that!

The stones...

Amberle?

Eretria?

Eretria?!

Hello?

Aah! Hey!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing?

Who are you?

Come on, man. You're hurtin' yourself.

Unh!

Hey! Wait, wait, please!

Whoa, whoa, whoa... wait! Please.

You're one of them, aren't you?

Who? One of who?

The Elf hunters. They took my ear!

Oh, no, it's okay. Look, I'm half-Elf.

Attacking isn't an option.

The terrain is too hostile, the army's too big...

We'd be crushed before we even reached the battlefield.

What about the Federation?

Even if they agreed to fight by our side

and sent every available soldier in the Four Lands,

I still don't like our chances.

What if it were not an attack, but an assassination?

We have the blade, and with the Druid out of the way

we have the advantage of surprise.

A lot has happened in your absence, brother.

The Druid was in league with the Dagda Mor.

How is that possible?

Oh, that means Amberle's...

We have to assume that she's been misled.

Tell me, if a force was small enough,

could it reach the Henge undetected?

Even if we got there, it's surrounded by magic.

Dark magic.

The type that the Warlock Blade was forged to combat.

The Dagda Mor would be powerless against it.

You need to sneak in and kill him.

You can't be serious.

It's our only chance.

At what, dying?

We can't send our soldiers to slaughter like that.

Father, I should be the one to go.

I will bring you back his head.

Let me wield the blade for you.

No.

You're next in line, you're needed here.

I'll go.

You are both my sons.

There are no two men on the planet that I could be

more certain of would bring home a victory.

You shall both go.

Wha...

But, Father, you...

The decision is made.

Two sons, one blade...

One purpose.

The Demon won't even know you're coming.

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Wil!

Eretria!

Where did he go?

I don't know.

He slipped out of my hands.

I need the other ear.

You lost him.

Elves just don't fall out of the sky every day.

Find that elf!

I'll find him.

Shhh!

They've done something to Wil.

- We need to... - Those aren't just any humans.

They're Elf hunters.

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You look worried.

It is not weakness to disobey your father's orders.

They are the king's orders.

I know.

But rushing in alone

to kill the Dagda Mor is suicide.

So is waiting.

This is a chance to prove myself worthy.

I know that you're upset with him,

but you cannot make him give you the crown.

Now is the time to stand united.

Together, behind the walls of Arborlon.

I can't.

This will stop the bleeding.

Wow. It feels good.

Mmm, real good.

This particular combo is also good for recreational use.

Tell me more about these hunters.

Uh, they're human. Hate Elves.

They hunt us down and harvest our ears.

Harvest them?

Harvest them for what?

Gnomes.

They think Elf ears have some sort of medical properties.

By this time next week, my left ear will be ground up

in some horny gnome's tea.

I was travelling with two friends.

I'm worried that these hunters might have snatched them.

Either of your friends an Elf?

Then you should be worried.

Eretria.

Eretria, we have to go back.

You're not safe back there.

And so we just leave Wil?

Of course not.

We find cover, and then we go back

and look for him once night falls.

Run!

Amberle!

Come on!

We lost them.

We need to get back to camp and round everyone up.

Now!

This isn't just any Elf we're hunting.

This one is royal.

That was close.

Yeah, no kidding.

You know, sometimes I feel like there's

someone out there watching over us.

Don't know if you call it magic or fate...

Are you okay?

Yeah, I think so.

Where are we?

I don't know.

Wait, I've heard of places like this.

Buildings from the age of man, buried during the great war.

You can't seriously believe that.

It would have rotted away by now.

They were sealed and preserved.

Like a butterfly caught in amber.

It's almost like they were gonna have a party.

Place is creepy if you ask me.

Whatever this place is,

we need to get out of here, and fast,

before those Elf hunters find us.

That's our way out.

We'll find out when she returns.

When they cut off my ear, the pain...

When they went for the other one,

my partner, Genewen,

fought back, and I escaped.

I think they have her in there.

Maybe your friends, too.

What were you two doing out here?

We were on a scouting mission.

We come from Olden Moor.

Never heard of it.

Some of the Elven settlements

were coming under attack by demons,

so we started scouting missions

to warn the outlying villages.

It's him. The one who took my ear.

Wait here.

Gather!

We spotted an Elf and a human,

travelling north below the ridge trail.

This Elf... is a royal.

Her ears will keep us in furs and drink

for many winters to come.

The first who hands me her head

will be paid double.

They had no idea their world was about to end.

They look happy.

They look dead to me.

You can drop the whole tough girl act, you know.

What's that supposed to mean?

You were across that line at Pykon.

You could have easily left us there, but you didn't.

You came back, you saved my life.

Don't overthink it, Princess.

You die, I don't get paid.

I don't believe that.

I don't care.

Fine, I do care.

Why don't we braid each other's hair,

have a party, talk about the boys we like?

Sound good to you?

Hilarious.

Now, why don't you put that stupid book down

and help me find a way out of this tomb?

Anything I can say to stop you