#allanon is healing

[allanonxmareth]

Another ficlet: Mareth knocks Allanon off his feet during sword fighting practice.

Pairing: Allanon/Mareth

Rating: G

Tags: Healing Magic, Fluff

Word count: 455

"You alright?" Mareth lowered her practice sword and let it drop to the ground.

"I'll live," Allanon said, sitting up. His sword had been flung to the side, on the grass and the fallen leaves.

She kneeled down next to him, wanting to check him for any marks. Her father looked otherwise unhurt, but there was a cut right on his cheekbone. Just a little slash, but deep enough that blood was trickling out.

"I'm sorry." She brushed her fingers over the cut. They were both still breathing hard after the exertion, and she drew in his scent: leather, earth, fresh sweat, mixing with the crisp autumn air.

"It's nothing," Allanon said softly, reaching to take her wrist. "Just a scratch." Mareth moved her hand, turning his gentle hold into twining their fingers, pressed against his heart. Her sharp Elven hearing could pick up its thrum.

"Still, I hurt you. Let me, please." Her own voice felt too low in her throat, and some part of her was cautious about proceeding, but she leaned forward, pressing her lips on his cheek.

Healing magic felt warm: it flushed through her, full-body, an easy burst of power. She had learned to control it better just like all other strands of magic. She felt that familiar wave now, warming her up to her fingertips and leaving her lips tingling where they were pressed lightly against Allanon's skin.

Just as quick as it happened, it made her heart speed up. This wasn't quite a kiss, just a brush of skin on skin, but perhaps it was over some line. Still, it only felt good to be able to do this for her father, to heal what she had hurt. When she pulled back, the cut was already fading, skin stitching itself together.

"There." Mareth squeezed his hand lightly, and let herself smile. Warmth was still pooling inside her, and she didn't want to let go of Allanon yet. She had really come to cherish these little moments together, perhaps too much. It was like skin contact reinforced that he was still here, alive and warm and with her.

He was close enough now that she could feel his breathing on her skin, sense his body warmth. His mouth was still slightly ajar, and his lips looked so soft, and so was the look is his eyes -

Mareth pulled backward and got up on her suddenly unsteady feet. She had almost done something they would both regret and she tried to chastise herself for it.

She took his hand again, but with a decidedly stronger grip, a warrior’s one, helping him up. Her father’s eyes on her were guarded once more, but there was no chastisement in them.

“Again?”

[writingforweirdlings]

The Last of the Fae

Summary: And so it begins. 

AN: The chants are weird but whatever. A special thank you to @lotr-stuff-and-imagines-i-guess for helping me write this chapter! Check out her blog she is a great writer!

Chapter Five

I began to pack a few bags filled with food, water, and clothes we would need for the trip. After about an hour of gathering everything, I went to the throne room, assuming I would find Allanon and Eventine discussing the trip, but I walked in and saw Arion stabbing Allanon with the Warlock Lord’s blade.

“What are you doing?!” I yell.

“He was lying to us the whole time! We could not trust him, so we had to eliminate the threat,” he said, while you scoffed lightly.

“Do you even know what you’re holding? That is a weapon of mass destruction, and the Dagda Mor-” I begin, but Eventine cuts me off.

“Yes, the Dagda Mor that Allanon and you can sense and see, but we cannot, nor do we ever get any solid proof of any of this,” He says, and it is then that I notice the dark aura surrounding him.

My eyebrows knit together, and I focus specifically on Eventine, and can see that it is the changeling instead. I make sure my face stays neutral after that, not giving any hints that I know.

I sigh before saying, “I thought you of all people would trust in me. When my own family turned against me you were the one who gave me a safe haven for some time, do you remember why you did that Eventine?”

“I let you into my home because that is the duty of a king, to look after his people,” he responded.

I scoff, “You are not the man I used to know, you have changed Eventine and I hope this change is not permanent,” I bow before him. “I’ll be out of your hair soon enough and hopefully when I leave the man I once knew would have returned,” I leave the throne room in search of Bandon. We’ll be leaving earlier than planned.

Time Skip

We finally arrived at the Druid’s Keep, home sweet home. We walked into the cave and there he was.

Allanon.

He must’ve come here when he ‘vanished’ into thin air. I told Bandon to take the bags further into the cave and leave them near the entrance. I walked over to Allanon, checking if he was still alive, which he was.

I put a hand over his heart and the other on his forehead. I closed my eyes and looked into his soul. There was only some darkness left in him and I made sure to vanquish it from his soul. I left him where he was and went to set up what I needed to help Bandon.

I set up a spot inside the keep where I could work on him. There was a full moon tonight and that would be of great help to me. I started to mix a few of the herbs I had and made sure to turn it into something easily swallowed.

“Bandon,” I turned to him, “you have to drink it all,” I gave him the mixture to drink. He nodded and downed the drink.

“How long until-” he never finished his sentence.

“It’s a strong dose,” I said to myself as I bent down to lift him up.

“Do need any help?” I unintentionally let out a scream.

“Must you always sneak up on everyone? And yes, if you feel up to it could you place him over on that table,” I pointed to where the moonlight was.

Allanon carried Bandon to the table and lay him down gently. “Is there anything else you need?”

“Maybe try not to be so chatty while I work yeah?” I joked. He cracked a smile and sat in one of the nearby chairs.

I removed my jacket and shoes, leaving me in my dress. It was perfect for my natural form, it was backless and allowed me free movement. Even made me look a bit like a fairy.

My wings fluttered with excitement, I set them free, stretching them as best as I could. My hair turned to its lilac color and my ears got a bit pointier than the elvish way I had them.

I placed a hand on Bandon’s forehead and the other above his heart. I closed my eyes and a few candles lit up, the intricate designs around my body began to glow a faint lilac, as did my hands.

I searched for Bandon’s soul but found nothing, and so I began to chant.

Reveal na nin i which na- dolen. Tul- back na nin i which na- lost. Reveal na ni i which na- dolen. Tul- back na nin i which na- lost. Reveal na ni i which na- dolen. Tul- back na nin i which na- lost. (Reveal to me that which is hidden. Bring back to me that which is lost.)

I was brought to the cage where Bandon was being held. I wasn’t in the cage with him but looking down at him.

“Bandon I’m getting you out of here!” I said.

“Y/N look out!” he yelled.

I flew up into the sky before I was hit, I looked down to see he whom we want destroyed.

“Shouldn’t your kind be dead.” he stated.

“I could say the same to you,” I flew down, near Bandon’s cage.

“Join me,” the Dagda Mor said.

“What makes you think I want to join you demon!” I yelled.

It looked like he smirked, “your wings-”

“Are my own,” I growled out. I lifted my head and with my wings I blew a wave of magic at him. He fell of his feet and I took the chance to break Bandon free.

I muttered a quick spell and hit the door of the cage, breaking it. I took Bandon’s hand and pulled him out of the cage.

We dodged another attack from the Dagda Mor.

Mín are baw longer lost, take ammen back na where mín are found. Min are baw longer lost, take ammen back na where min are found. Min are baw longer lost, take ammen back na where min are found. (We are no longer lost, take us back to where we are found.)

I opened my eyes and I was back in the keep. I looked down at Bandon and tried looking into his soul.

I smiled, “he’ll be fine,” I looked over at Allanon.

“What about you?” he asked.

“I uh, I just need some rest is all,” I reigned in my magic and stepped away from Bandon, almost falling.

“I got you,” Allanon carefully lifted me off the ground and carried me to the bed which he set up while I was out.

“Thank you,” I said as he laid me down. I was drifting off to sleep when I felt something against my wings. I looked back and saw Allanon touching my wing. “No one has done that in ages.”

He looked over at me a bit surprised. “I thought you were asleep.”

“Could you- could you maybe keep doing that?” a blush rising to my cheeks, hoping he doesn’t know what it means to touch a fairy's wings.

“Are you sure?” he looked at me with slightly narrowed eyes.

I nodded and turned back around so my wings were facing him. Hesitantly he began to pet my wings, I smiled to myself and fell asleep soon after.

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[stray-kaz]

The Water Nymph: 4

Under the force of stunned eyes, Drea bit her lip and...changed. Fascinated, Wil watched as she folded in on herself, shrinking down amidst a pile of her clothes. A small, delicate eared red fox gazed up at him suspiciously.

"Drea?"

Her name came out as barely a whisper, but she spun and ran. Or tried to. The druid reached down and snatched her tail, yanking her up in the air as she clawed at the ground and then nothing, writhing and twisting.

"Allanon, let her go!" Wil shouted, taking a step towards the bigger man.

The druid flung out a hand and Wil stopped in his tracks, withheld by unseen magic. Allanon then touched two fingers between the fox's ears and she shapeshifted again, now held by the throat, bare feet kicking at nothing, and naked. Her chest heaved as she tried to draw breath, but Wil could not tear his gaze from her eyes; they were black with fear, and desperate, the only remaining gold a narrow band around each pupil. She resembled a trapped animal, which, he supposed, she was.

And then the knife from his left boot was in his hand, the blade kissing the skin of Allanon's throat. He pressed a little harder and blood welled around the point. Allanon's eyes swerved to see him.

"Boy" he growled warningly.

Wil could barely speak, his jaw was clenched so tightly.

"Let. Her. Go."

Allanon's gaze swung back in the other direction as a second blade touched his neck. The female elf, the princess, stared him down, her hand steady.

At last, the druid released Drea and she dropped to the ground in a low crouch, gasping. She glowered at him and then slowly redressed, angry tears dripping down her cheeks.

"What the hell was that for?" Wil demanded, resheathing his blade.

The princess followed suit, waiting.

"She's a part of this, too" Allanon said quietly, rubbing away the blood.

Wil rolled his eyes and looked down at Drea. For the first time, he noticed a three inch long scar on her abdomen, right beside her belly button. She caught him looking and roughly scrubbed the tears from her face.

"Rover did it" she muttered. "Thought he'd killed me and left me for dead. But shapeshifters heal fast."

She finished pulling on her boots and started to rise, but stumbled, and Wil reached down to fasten an arm around her waist, steadying her. Against all instinct, she leaned on him, her gaze falling onto the princess.

"And you would be royalty" she said wryly.

A faint smile.

"Amberle."

Drea nodded.

"Why are you two keeping court with a magic man?"

"You are all part of something bigger than yourselves" Allanon answered for them.

Drea groaned as her head lolled against Wil's shoulder.

"I hate druids."

Wil grinned.

"Join the club."

Is there anything you want to read in this? I have my limits, but am open to ideas. 💡

[prismatica-the-strange]

Prisma… I’ve been fighting a migraine all day and I think I’m gonna lose the battle. What would your F/O’s do when their friend or partner was having a bad migraine?

Ok, so first, darling, get some water, maybe some pain meds if you haven't already, and try to rest your eyes a bit. I know first hand how much migraines suck and I hope it starts to alleviate soon 💜💜

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Dr. Daniel Jackson: This Man will immediately dim the lights. He'll get her water, tylenol, and tuck her in with the fluffiest blankets he can find. Lots of forehead kisses too.

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Bruno Madrigal: He would cover her in his ruana, keeping the hood up over her eyes to hopefully help dull the pain as he goes and asks Julieta to possibly whip something up for her. Then he'd sit beside her while Julieta cooks, letting Violetta rest her head on his shoulder.

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Willy Wonka: I'm sure he's come up with some kind of candy to help with migraines because Curli is always forgetting to sleep and working herself til exhaustion and her head hates her for it.

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Bellamy Blake: Cuddles Cuddles Cuddles! Tea, pain meds (if available) and having Flo snuggled into his chest. He'd massage her scalp and she'd probably fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

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Derek Hale: Would have Bradey rest her head on his lap, and stroke her hair while intermittently taking her pain while they wait for the meds to kick in. Will literally growl at anyone who walks in or is too loud.

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Allanon: I'm sure that, as a druid, he knows plenty of remedies to help with migraines. But the Ancient Human Coalition is more than stocked enough to have any pain medication she would need, especially as not only part of the council, but as ambassador to both the Human Kingdom of Leah and the Elven Kingdom of Arborlon.

He'd give her a lucture about over working herself while she glares at him in pain (if it's not a super bad one) but he'd also let her lay her head on him and sleep it off.

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Elsa: Knowing Marigold, she'd try to work through it, even if she can barely keep her eyes open. So Elsa would have to pull on the queen pants and actually order her to lay down, and take some time herself to lay with Mari, her cold hands on her lover's forehead helping with the pain.

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Felix: Has no idea what to do. Would ask Blue to help and maybe make her some tea. He might run to Granny's to get her something to eat after.

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Eleven (11th Doctor): Probably has some alien slug slime from 4285 or something that can alleviate migraines in an instant. But if he can't get Canary that immediately, or she can't find it in herself to to stomach it, he'll find a pretty spot in deep space and sit with her in the doorway to the T.A.R.D.I.S. watching all the twinkling stars until she falls asleep.

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Beck Oliver: He'd rub her back and tell her she's not going to any classes in that state, walking her to her dorm and even skipping his own lectures to keep her company.

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Harry Hook: On the isle there isn't much he could do, besides try to find her a quiet place to rest. But in Auradon he'll hunt down some pain medication or a healer to help.

He likes to hold Zy close when she's under the weather.

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Jane: Normally a migraine means Fae's too warm, she does better in the cold since she's half winter fairy. So Evie will try to find a way to cool her down. Their freezer is full of ice packs for this very reason.

Since cuddling is off the table due to temperature reasons, Jane will give her lots of forehead kisses.

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Loki: After training with his mother for most his life, he would know some kind of potion or spell to help Celeste with her pain, his cold hands on her forehead helps too.

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Dr. Stephen Strange: As a Doctor, the first thing he'd do is give her some tylenol, and make them some of her favorite tea.If that doesn't help, his time as Sorcerer Supreme and working with the Ancient One has taught him a few things about healing magic. So he uses that to help soothe her too.

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[whumpslist]

The Shannara Chronicles’ whumps’ list

(referred to main male characters: * Wil Ohmsford, portrayed by Austin Butler; * Allanon, portrayed by Manu Bennett; * Ander Elessedil, portrayed by Aaron Jakubenko; * Bandon, portrayed by Marcus Vanco; * Arion Elessedil, portrayed by Daniel MacPherson [season 1]; * Garet Jax, portrayed by Gentry White [season 2].)

Season 1

.01: Wil Ohmsford: crying and grieving, attacked and badly fallen off the horse, almost killed, coughing, drugged and robbed; Allanon: laying unconscious hibernated, waking up gasping, weak, fought and under sword point, upset; Arion Elessedil: worried.

.02: Wil Ohmsford: under sword point, shocked,  slipped and roughly fallen, knife at his throat, attacked by a demon; Allanon: screaming for the effort and fallen on his knees heavily panting, injured hand, tortured into a vision and gasping, shocking flashbacks, harsh confrontation, attacked by a demon and pushed off a cliff, badly fallen and screaming in pain; Ander Elessedil: shocked; Arion Elessedil: shocked, argued with his father.

.03: Wil Ohmsford: attacked by a demon from previous episode, ambushed and captured, dragged by a running horse, grunting and heavily panting, tied to a post and harrased, attacked by a demon, screaming in pain while using the elfstones, collapsed unconscious with an injured hand, treated and waking up gasping, feeling sick; Allanon: still dizzy on the ground from previous episode, fought against the demon and badly pushed to the ground, bloody cuts at his abdomen, collapsed on the floor in pain, bleeding and trembling, passed out, gasping while his wound magically healed; Ander Elessedil: drunk and feeling guilty; Bandon: shackled and blindfolded, screaming; Arion Elessedil: angry.

.04: Wil Ohmsford: into a sword fight and stabbed into a vision, emotionally hurt, attacked and killed (demon with his apparences); Allanon: fought; Bandon: injured wrists, tormented; Arion Elessedil: angry.

.05: Wil Ohmsford: captured and hands tied; Allanon: bloody and groaning into a vision; Ander Elessedil: crying for grief (memory of past), grabbed and manhandled; Bandon: gasping, attacked during a vision and fainted; Arion Elessedil: angry.

.06: Wil Ohmsford: druggee and fallen asleep, threatened with a knife, fought, sad, attacked by a demon and fallen in the void, fate unknown; Allanon: roughly grabbed at his forearm, tortured into a vision and screaming, briefly corrupted by evil, attacked and stabbed with a sword, vanished; Ander Elessedil: grabbed and knife at his throat; Bandon: laying unconscious, tortured into a vision and screaming; Arion Elessedil: pushed and hit a wall then fallen to the floor.

.07: Wil Ohmsford: laying unconscious, injured hand because of the elfstones, fought; Allanon: bleeding and groaning from previous episode, passed out, hallucinations, groaning while his wound magically healed; Ander Elessedil: argued, hit and fallen to the ground, bloody mouth, mad witnessing his brother’s murder, hit by energy wave and flew then fallen to the ground, tears into his eyes, crying and grieving; Bandon: entrapped, laying unconscious into a bed, disoriented after awakening; Arion Elessedil: argued, grabbed and stabbed with a sword, dead.

.08: Wil Ohmsford: surrounded and captured, tied up to a post and offered in sacrifice, almost killed and heavily panting, into a gunfight; Allanon: bruise and burns on his forearm from episode 1.06; Ander Elessedil: drunk and argued with Allanon, still grieving and on the edge of tears; Bandon: receiving upsetting news.

.09: Wil Ohmsford: fought and pushed to the ground, moaning in pain and holding his hand, worried; Allanon: pushed and hit a wall then fallen to the floor, magic fight against Bandon; Ander Elessedil: rough sparring with Bandon and almost hit, heavily panting, betrayed and under sword point, chained into a cell; Bandon: gasping after using magic, rough sparring with Ander and hunted by evil voices, grabbed and manhandled, upset, pushed off the bed, hunted by evil voices and screaming, magic fight against Allanon, laying defeated.

.10: Wil Ohmsford: worried and crying, upset, fought twice, hit by magic wave and fallen to the ground, emotional distress, hit by magic wave and fallen to the floor, magic fight against Dagda Mor, on his knees and screaming, sad and argued with Allanon; Allanon: sword fight, rough magic fight, repeatedly hit and exhausted, flew across the room and badly fallen to the floor, groaning and manhandled, laying weak on the floor; Ander Elessedil: multiple sword fights against demons, forced to kill his own brother and upset, still upset and grieving all his losses, fighting the tears; Bandon: chained and locked into a cell, fought and furious, covered in blood (not his), corrupted by evil; Arion Elessedil: turned into a demon, multiple sword fights, stabbed twice with a sword and screaming in pain, dead again.

Season 2

.01: Wil Ohmsford: tremblig hand and angry, injured forearm because of self- harm, sad and miserable, rough fight and bloody cut, magically healed himself grunting and grimacing, passed out, awakenig groaning, worried, attacked by an energy hit and roughly fallen to the floor, grunting; Allanon: rough sword and magic fight against Bandon, hit by energy ball and thrown outside a window, on the edge of a cliff cruised and grunting; Bandon: rough sword and magic fight against Allanon.

.02: Wil Ohmsford: chased and panting, gasping for air, worried, grabbed and groaning, gasping in pain, mind painfully probbed and blood from nose and ear, roughly fallen to the floor and groaning in pain, hit by energy and fallen to the floor. punched and knocked out; Allanon: hit with a brass knuckle and knocked out, captured and his magic contained with a collar, bloody forehead and unconscious loaded on a horse; Ander Elessedil: upset; Bandon: attacked by Will unsuccessfully; Garet Jax: fought against multiple armed enemies, knife at his throat.

.03: Wil Ohmsford: unconscious and bloody nose and ear after the previous episode, self-piting and burns on his forearm from self-harm, turned himself in to infiltrate into the dungeon, bloody lip and hands chained, under sword point, manhandled and beaten, heavily panting, dragged away, roughly pushed to the ground and grunting in pain, captured and chained, angry at Allanon, cut and large needle insert into his neck, screaming in pain, blood drained slowly and painfully, rescued and freed of chains, helped walking; Allanon: still captured after the previous episode, bloody forehead hands chained and manhandled, hit and fallen to the floor, chained to a cross and badly beaten, tortured with an hot rod repeatedly and screaming in pain, trembling and panting, tried to walk and collapsed into Will’s arms, chained again, emotionally hurt by Will’s words and heavily breathing, rescued and freed of chains, screaming for the effort of using magic; Garet Jax: under sword point, insulted and conflicted, fought against multiple armed enemies, almost hit and painful flashbacks.

.04: Wil Ohmsford: weak and bruised face after the previous episode, grabbed and captured, psychologically tortured and painful memories; Allanon: bruised face after the previous episode, argued; Ander Elessedil: upset; Bandon: scars on his back, upset; Garet Jax: nightmares and painful memories.

.05: Wil Ohmsford: worried, upset, groaning and grimacing, laying on the floor regaining consciousness, fought; Allanon: fought against Bandon and entrapped; Bandon: fought against Allanon and entrapped, roughly pushed and then fallen to the ground; Garet Jax: fought against multiple armed enemies, slapped in the face, upset.

.06: Wil Ohmsford: fought, groaning and grimacing, sword fight and defeated; Allanon: still entrapped, progressively weak, fought and slashed with a poisoned blade, collapsed; Ander Elessedil: rough fight, stabbed twice and fallen dead; Bandon: still entrapped, fought against Will then Allanon; GaretJax: fought and defeated, blood from his mouth and knocked out, bruised face and rough fight, fought.

.07: Wil Ohmsford: worried, upset; Allanon: wounded and unconscious after the previous episode, laying pale into a coma, cut with a blade for a spell, rough awakening and heavily panting; Ander Elessedil: dead bloody body dissacrated; Bandon: under threat of swords and on his knees, fought, roughly slammed to the ground; Garet Jax: captured, chained hands and bruised face, punched, locked into a cell.

.08: Wil Ohmsford: intense confrontations; Allanon: argued, intense pain at his neck and collapsed on the ground, recovering in bed and emotional confrontation, weak, manhandled and blade at his throat, blackmailed, captured and his magic contained with a collar, tied to a fiery pyre and bloody hand; Bandon: upset, flown through the room and knocked out, struggling and intense emotional pain; Garet Jax: still locked into a cell.

.09: Wil Ohmsford: hit twice, kicked in the face and knocked out; Allanon: still tied to a fiery pyre, saved at the very last moment, upset, bruised face, rough sword fight and cuts on his face, hit and slammed against a pillar, unconscious on the floor; Bandon: attacked and screaming in pain, stabbed with a sword, found dead; Garet Jax: fought.

.10: Wil Ohmsford: upset witnessing Allanon’s murder, almost hit by a car, tears in his eyes, fought, grabbed by his throat and stabbed with a sword, bloody and groaning, presumed dead, regaining consciousness into an inhospitable land; Allanon: weak and bloody on the floor after the previous episode, groaning and gasping, rough magic fight and screaming in effort, defeated and on his knees, stabbed with a sword and died; Garet Jax: fought.

[blehbet]

I went buck wild back there with d&d oc stuff so like if y’all are actually really curious (i doubt it) here’s some details abt them below the cut!!

basically i made a bunch of d&d ocs without any campaigns to speak of - so I just made my very own disaster party! desperate times call for desperate measures,,,,

Leba Asdf - dwarf bard (the one in the rowdyboy and garbageboy stinkman section with that crazy beard and fringe)

Basically he technically used to be dwarf royalty, all up in the mountains, heir to his parent’s inheritance but he was the bookish type (which his people didn’t really like cuz y’know leaders need to be rough and tough). His bro basically overthrew him and he’s now just a homeless wanderer at least until he ran into the party

He isn’t that good with music yet, help him

Leba just wants to be friends with everyone is that too much to ask?

Allanon Morningstar - tiefling rogue (perfect boy and rowdyboy section with the blue hair and twisty horns)

Allanon was born into a rich family, but this particular family used to be demon hunters and such. so like, “yikes, one of our kids is practically a demon, we need to get rid of him” so they sold him into the slave trade. After some false accusations and time spent in prison he just snapped and went on a whole assassin spree. He got out of it eventually by being found and allowed to heal up. He works in a brothel now (which he is quite content with)

He fakes the himbo persona but y’know - he knows shit

Persephone ‘Percy’ Pyre - aasimar sorcerer (middle garbageboy stinkman with the white hair)

She lived a very peaceful early life but since those around her were relatively ‘normal’ they saw her powers as a threat. Her village basically sealed her up using your classic magic seals - but instead of really restraining her she kinda found a way to make it feed her energy. So she gathered enough strength to break free, but the emotional toll on her hit hard. She destroyed her village except for her parents (who sold her out). she took pity on them and let them escape. She spent a little time thinking things through and still very angry about the whole situation decided that revenge by killing her parents may be the best option (it is not, let me make that blatantly clear)

Just being sealed up for like 75 percent of your childhood just makes you an all round angry person y’know

Iral Tempest Zautyl - genasi drow ranger (perfect boy and softboy section but leaning more towards rowdyboy with the purple blue tint)

Their father, Iralith, was sent off to fight in a war. He met the Tempest, a wounded genie, (Iral’s mum!!) and took care of her and helped her recover during the war and so she granted him a boon in the form of love and a future blessing. He returned home from the war with a child in hand (that’s babie Iral!!). His other wife furious at her husband leaves with the kids, leaving Iral and Iralith alone until the Tempest herself shows up. She grants her family wealth and Iralith climbs the ranks of drow society. Other wife returns but wants the money for herself. She hires some mercenaries who chase the Tempest away and fatally wound Iral. Iralith manages to save Iral though and bring them out into the wilderness, hoping that’d it be enough to help them survive. Iral is now on a quest to find their mum!!

They’re just very tired but determined, help them pls, they just want a family reunion

Oak (Oneiros) - human (???) paladin druid (maximum softboy and perfect boy with the big hat)

They woke up from death and they aren’t exactly sure what happened?? they got a bad case of amnesia. All they know is that life was granted to them by the deities: Lathander and Chauntea (they’re like Oak’s parents now lmao). Basically some villagers found them, captured them but they managed to escape. They went about listening to Lathander and Chauntea, killing monsters, helping the common folk. Some other stuff happened but basically people they grow to love die and tragedy strikes. They decide it’s best that no one get too close to them

Just a lonely babie who yearns

[bygone-age]

Not sure if you’re still doing this, but thought I’d ask!! Send me a character + a number and I’ll tell you my headcanons for: Allanon #13:What gets them flustered #4: Best places to kiss on their body #3:Scars or painful spots (Choose one or all!)

13 Pyria. She knows exactly how to tease him!

4 his magical runes. Pyria discovered that quite by accident one stolen afternoon…

3 there’s a scar on his foot that he can always feel. There are others, ones that are bigger, or that haven’t healed, but this one “means more” because it’s part of one of the last memories he has of his mother. When he was a child, he was chased into a rocky valley and a sharp stone pierced his foot. His mother heard what had happened and got him out of the valley and bound his foot.

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Hope these are OK.

[bleedingout4you]

Through Time and Fading Memory - Part 2

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This is a the second chapter to a h/c fic for Allanon. You can also read it here on AO3.

Fandom: Shannara (TV show), Pairing: Allanon x Pyria, Rating: Mature

Chapter 1

Summary: Allanon faces off with his long time enemy, the Warlock Lord, knowing in his heart that he won’t survive this stand off. Memories of his past come unbidden into his mind. He can’t help but remember the many times that he’s stood against evil, but he also remembers the times he spent with the woman that he loved.

In This Chapter: Pyria and Eventine race to find Allanon and warn him that the Warlock Lord has returned, before he discovers Allanon’s location and destroys the last Druid......

Present Time

Steel sparked against steel as the Warlock Lord and Allanon battled for the four lands. Allanon could feel the power behind the other man’s sword and he knew that it wasn’t because the Warlock Lord was stronger, it was because he was weaker. He blocked the sword and was dealt with a blow across the face, dropping him to his knees.

“Get up.” The Warlock Lord hissed. The dark Druid always liked a good fight, and especially loved to see his victim struggling to survive. It was a sick delight that Allanon had become accustomed to experiencing when it came to the fallen Druid.

Allanon wasn’t about to give him exactly what he wanted. If he wanted a fight he would get it, but he would not be so easily defeated. He got to his feet and continued on. The Warlock Lord might be stronger, but his technique with a sword wasn’t as good as his. He tried to avoid prolonged contact, but soon their blades crossed and he was being forced down again. He refused to give up this easily and pushed back, struggling under the strength of the Warlock Lord.

He saw a glint in the other man’s eye and knew what was coming only a few moments before the dark magic connected with the center of his chest. He was flung backwards across the ground, trying to catch his breath from the impact. He could see Cogline move forward to engage the foe, and took this moment to attempt to recuperate.

He summoned what magic he could spare to heal himself just enough to fight again. He winced as another bright flash of red light lit up the space. Cogline was flung back from the fight and lay in a crumpled heap. The time for resting was over.

Allanon looked away from Cogline. He’d been injured by the Warlock Lord’s dark magic, but luckily he was still alive. He watched as the dark man stepped from the smoke. It looked like Cogline had managed to injure him, but not nearly enough. He braced himself to fight when he heard his name called.

“Father!” Mareth appeared at the foot of the stairs, her eyes widened in fear at the sight of the man across from him.

Allanon looked at his daughter. She was afraid, but like her mother she refused to let that fear control her. She didn’t turn and run, and he wished that she would. “Get out of here!” He shouted to her. He’d lost so much in his life, that he couldn't watch her be destroyed. He was destined to die here, but that did not mean she had to sacrifice herself here as well.

He heard the sound of metal scrapping against concrete and turned just in time to see the Warlock Lord send an old car directly at him. The box of old twisted steel struck him, slamming him back against the wall. The back of his head struck the wall and the world swirled into familiar blackness. This wasn’t the first time the Warlock Lord had tossed him against a wall……

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Many Years Ago

Pyria sat next to Ashala on the top step of the throne room. “I don’t see a reason to be stressed about it, Eventine.” She smiled up at her brother who was wringing his hands. “It’s just another gathering.”

She laughed at the way Eventine got so flustered over celebration planning. He was strict and organized, perfect qualities for a leader, but not perfect for celebration planning. “We do this every time we get a new batch of the chosen, just do as we did last time.”

Eventine looked down from his throne at the two women. “I really should just put you in charge of all of these things.” He sighed. “You have a much better taste when it comes to having fun and decorating.”

“You’ll get no arguments from me.” Pyria shook her head with a laugh, looking up as two young children raced into the room. Crispin and Ander seemed to be playing some sort of game that involved Ander chasing the other boy with a stick.

“Ander!” Eventine frowned at his youngest. “What did we say about running inside the throne room?”

Ander and Crispin skidded to a halt and glanced at each other. “Sorry, father.” The little curly haired boy mumbled.

Ashala cleared her throat and looked pointedly at her own son. “Crispin.”

“Sorry, King Elessedil” The other boy stuttered over the words.

Eventine couldn’t hold back his own smile regardless of how stern he attempted to look. “I accept your apology. Now don’t do it again.”

Pyria looked up as the doors swung open again and General Edensong walked in. “Papa!” the boy playing with her nephew raced into the arms of his father. She felt a warm feeling of happiness spreading in her chest as the general lifted his son into his arms.

She glanced at Ashala as she too got up to greet her husband. The General had been out at the border checking in with the guards for a few weeks and now the family celebrated being together again. It was almost bitter sweet witnessing the reunion. The years had gone by and everyone around her changed, but she felt trapped in the same place.

When Allanon had disappeared Ashala had assured her that she’d find someone new, but she hadn’t met anyone that made her feel the same way. She didn’t think she was still hung up on the mysterious man that had disappeared with almost no goodbye, but she’d never been interested in finding someone else. She almost felt guilty watching Ashala with her family, feeling a sense of envy. It must be nice to have someone to share a bed with, and to raise a family with. She forced a smile so that Eventine didn’t notice. The last thing she needed was another conversation with her brother about her lack of a spouse.

“What is the word from the border, General?” Eventine asked him, clearly pleased to be off the subject of the celebration.

General Edensong pulled himself away from his family handing his son back to his wife. “It’s strange tidings, my King.” He approached the throne with a look of grave concern on his face.

Eventine frowned. “How so?”

“There are creatures of smoke and shadow moving about.” The General noted his king’s brow furrow. “I wouldn’t have believed it myself if I hadn’t seen one myself, they have been harassing the guards and random citizens.”

By harassing, Pyria assumed that he meant they’d left bodies in their wake. She’d spent enough time with her brother to read between the lines when they spoke in code to avoid any sense of panic leaking out to the people.

Eventine rubbed his beard slowly. “Why now? Do we know what they are, or why they are... harassing people?”

“I heard they are hosting interrogations. They are able to speak apparently.” The General seemed to be rather shaken, which was surprising and troubling. “They are asking for the whereabouts of the Druid.”

Pyria felt her breath turn to ice in her throat. Shadow creatures that were looking for Allanon and leaving bodies in their wake, this was worse than simply strange. She slowly glanced at her brother and she could tell he was just as concerned.

“We need to warn the Druid.” Eventine was on his feet. “He should know that some dark force is searching for him, and perhaps he can explain exactly what it is.”

“Easier said than done.” General Edensong pointed out. “No one has heard from the Druid in years.”

“I know where he is.” Pyria announced. The room grew silent as the two elves turned to her. “A year after the Druid left us, I was curious as to why he didn’t return.” She saw the look in her brother’s eyes. He knew that she’d fancied the man when she was younger. She rose to her feet deliberately looking away from her brother. “He taught me how to read some of the Druid text, and I believe I know where he is.”

She could pretend that his running off the way he did didn’t hurt her, but it wasn’t true. He knew that if he cast the spell that he’d have to go into a Druid Sleep to recover, but he hadn’t told her. She had considered him her friend and thought that he had at least owed her the truth when it came to that, but clearly he hadn’t felt the same way.

“Alright.” Eventine slowly sighed. “Let me know the location. I’ll ride out with the General personally and warn him.”

“It may not be that simple.” Pyria carefully crossed her arms watching her brother. He knew nothing about the ways of the Druids. Allanon would not be awake, and waking him up could be impossible. “We might need to protect him, not warn him.”

She could see the skepticism on his face. “Allanon had to go into a hibernative state to recover from the spell he used to protect Paranor.” She could see more confusion on her brother’s face, and knew explaining this to him would take too long. “Time is wasting. I know more about the situation than you do. I’ll ride with you.”

“Pyria….” Her brother attempted to protest, but she held her hand up to him.

“Don’t argue. I have decided.” She told him firmly. “You know that you need me on this quest, don’t be foolish.”

Eventine looked as if he wanted to protest, but it was clear that he was thinking it over. “You’re right, Pyria. We leave in within the hour.”

Pyria smiled pleasantly at her brother, glad that he’d come to his senses. She made her way to her room to get ready feeling a strange sense of nervousness tickling about in her chest. What would it be like to see Allanon again? She wondered if it would feel the same as before, but she doubted it. He would be asleep, and as much as she wanted to wake him she knew that she probably wouldn’t be able to.

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 It was the same nightmare. He was standing in the middle of a hall overflowing with celebration and festivities. People from every race moved around him, bowing to him as they passed. He was in control of every last one of them. His slim fingers brushed over the steel crown that he wore. He was king of all the Four Lands and there was no one left to defy him. The great doors at the end of the hall blew open with enough force to break the wood into pieces. He felt the chill of fear plunge into his heart like a cold blade. He wanted to flee or defend himself, but he could never change the course of the dream. The shadow appeared. The Druid.

 He pulled his sword free of its sheath and heard the all too familiar answering sound of the druid blade unfolding. The metal clicking together was something that haunted him even when he was awake.

 He created a shield of magic to defend himself, but the Druid simply walked through the barrier as if it were made of dust. "Curse you!" He screamed as the blade arched up slicing down through his shoulder and into his chest.

 "I am the last of the Druids, and I will destroy you." The voice thundered in his ears as the blade turned to fire in his chest. He could feel his body being slowly torn apart.

Brona, the Warlock Lord, bolted awake. He pulled himself into a sitting position feeling the shortness of breath and cold sweat racing down his back that he’d become accustomed to. It was always the same dream that pulled him from his sleep, instilling a deep sense of fear. He didn’t like the feeling. It was a weakness, and it left a bitter taste at the back of his tongue.

He rubbed the palm of his hand across his forehead, brushing away the sweat that had collected there. He knew better than to consider this a dream. It was a vision. A vision of his destruction. This remaining Druid was the last thing on this earth that could destroy him. Others had tried before, they had destroyed his body, but he had survived. He’d spent years upon years recovering in a tiny shack at the edge of the Wilderun, and he refused to have it be for naught.

He pulled himself off the bed and made his way across the rickety little building. It was one room and he could smell the mold on the walls. He refused to live this way much longer, but he also refused to accept death. He pushed the door open and stepped into the sunlight. He could feel the heat of the sun on his bare skin and for a moment he just enjoyed the feeling. It had taken years for him to even get close enough to a point where he could walk, let alone feel the sun on his face. It was a feeling he didn’t take for granted.

He opened his eyes and scanned the horizon. When the visions had first started coming to him he’d been unable to speak, but once his tongue was loosed he’d sent his Skull Bearers out to find the Druid. They had been searching for some months now, but none had returned for a report. Wisdom bade him to remain hidden from the world, but impatience demanded action.

He made his way back into the shack and pulled on his old clothes. They were slightly tattered, but appearances didn’t mean a thing to him. They would serve to protect him on his journey. The Skull Bearers were decent helpers, but their ability to reason was limited. They were searching for the man in the flesh, but for some reason the Druid wasn’t at Paranor, so they spiraled outwards.

Moving away from Paranor was a mistake. Brona knew the Druid would be drawn there and at the very least there would be a hint that his Bearers hadn’t seen. He made his way out of the shack again and turned to the horse they’d brought him. It wasn’t much of a creature, but it was enough to take him to the keep.

The ride was long, but Brona had been lying in rest for many years. It was almost refreshing to travel such a distance. As he crossed over the desert that had once been something greater he could see Paranor rising in the distance. A lesser man might attempt to run from his fate, but not the Warlock Lord. He understood fate. You couldn’t run from it, but you could meet with it head on and change it.

He could feel shivers of fear racing up and down his spine threatening to invade his mind, but he swallowed it back. As he neared the keep he felt a tingle in the back of his mind suggesting that he’d wasted his time and that there was nothing to be found here. “Clever.” He whispered beneath his breath. It was why the Skull Bearers hadn’t found anything, this place was cloaked with a spell. He dismounted several yards away from the door to the keep and scanned the place with his well-trained eyes. Yes, he could detect a barrier shielding the old keep. He smirked as he stepped up to the barrier. He could see Paranor on the other side, but it was not the safehold that it used to be. No, this Paranor was covered in dust and death. The Druid Order had been torn apart and their blood had painted those walls. The Druids had gotten what they deserved, and he had seen to it. He closed his eyes still being able to hear the cries of the dying. This wasn't a safehold, it was a crypt.

He reached his hand up and tapped on the barrier with his finger. He hissed as the flesh sheared off almost to bone. He turned his hand over looking at the charred flesh. Many people would react in anger, but that wasn’t something that he was feeling. He was feeling a sense of delight. He looked up from his hand and spotted a book lying on the ground just inside the barrier. The elements had mostly destroyed it, but the cover made of durable leather remained jutting out of the sand.

The Druid had cast a spell to keep the forces of evil out of the keep. It was almost poetic, because now Paranor was the one place that the Druid could be safe from him and yet he wouldn’t be there. A spell this powerful would have dreadful repercussions. No doubt the Druid would be called into the Sleep, and he would not be in any condition to go far.

Brona turned and sprang back unto his horse, knowing exactly where to go. The time to strike was now, the Druid was vulnerable. He didn’t believe in luck, but he believed those who challenged fate were rewarded. He drove the horse at a furious pace toward the closest Druid cave. The horse was worn from the journey, but he didn’t care if it dropped dead once they arrived. Today, he would kill that last Druid.

He reigned the horse to a halt at the edge of the cave entrance. He could feel the sense of victory welling up inside of him. Unless he had terribly miscalculated, the Druid would be here, completely defenseless. He slipped off the horse and drew his sword. The dark magic in the blade raced into his hand and up his arm as he stepped into the darkness in front of him.

He could see the man lying on the stone table in front of him. He looked younger than he thought he’d be. He tried to recall his face in his memory, but he wasn’t sure if he could. Most of the Druids were faceless in his memory. There were those that he hated, and then there were simply the ones he’d murdered.

Walking up to the table, he kicked a dusty pile of clothes out of his way. He rested his hand on the edge of the table and leaned over the unconscious man. “How did you escape?” He mused to himself. “Bremen was more powerful than you, but I cut him to pieces. Where did he hide you?” He laughed to himself, his eyes flitted over the body of the Druid. He noted the lines running over his arms and his fingers. The spell had taken its toll on him and he’d probably be riddled with more scars, but the Druid wouldn’t have to be worried about scars if he was dead.

It was almost disappointing that the Druid was so defenseless. There would be no fight here, but he did hope that he would wake up when the sword pierced his heart. He wanted to see the life vanish from his eyes with the knowledge that Brona had succeeded in his quest to destroy the Druid order.  “Time to die, Druid.” He hissed, channeling his magic back into the sword. He raised the sword above his head prepared to bring the blade down through the other man’s heart.

The runes etched into the walls around them began to glow like embers settled in a fire pit. Brona, consumed with blood lust, didn’t notice the telltale warning signs, all he could see was the man lying in front of him. He plunged his sword down, tip first, toward the Druid’s heart.

He heard the sound of metal clicking together. Steel building upon itself. The noise that echoed in his nightmares. The Druid’s hand moved quickly, his blade slipping in front of the tip of Brona’s blade. The dark blade slipped off the Druid sword and missed the intended target, instead it sliced down through the top of the man’s shoulder.

The Druid released a muffled cry as he rolled off the table. Brona stumbled back a step at the unexpected movement. He’d wanted a fight, but there was something about the Druid foiling his quick kill that made him annoyed. He reached forward with his free hand and summoned dark magic. Death by a sword was a better way to go than being ripped apart by dark magic. The Druid had brought this fate on himself by resisting.

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Allanon was walking down the shores of the sea. He looked across the waters and could see the strange outline of Paranor in the distance. It wasn’t the Paranor he’d left behind, this one was the resting place of the spirits of the Druid order. He could sometimes speak with the others in his dreams, but only when they chose to appear to him.

He turned away from the sea and suddenly found himself inside Paranor. He inhaled a quick breath in surprise, the smell of death filled his lungs. He froze, barely daring to breathe or move. Glancing around him, he could see blood over the walls, bodies lying broken and bleeding on the floor. There was no sound, not even the sound of wind. It was silent. He could feel his blood turning to ice as he slowly started walking down the hall.

A hand reached up and grabbed his ankle. He spun around, ripping his foot clear of the man on the floor. To his horror, he was looking down at a bleeding Bremen. His master’s eyes were clouded white in death, but still his mouth moved. He couldn’t hear the words, but they echoed in his mind.

 “He is coming."

Allanon stumbled back, feeling a sudden urge to flee the keep. "You....you're not supposed to be here." He stumbled over another body lying on the floor, but he couldn't take his eyes off the sight of his master. "You didn't die here, this is a mistake."

 "Wake up!”

Allanon’s eyes flew open and instinctively activated his sword, drawing it up to protect himself. A blade glanced off his shoulder, the pain shocking him into full alertness as it sliced through his skin. He gasped in surprise, rolling off the table just as a powerful blast of magic struck the very place he once was.

The sickening sound of stone breaking echoed inside the cave. He could hear the table cracking apart, and feel it in his soul. The man that had entered the cave was powerful enough to destroy a Druid table. Shards of broken rock flew around him. He reached up to shield his eyes as a piece cut into the skin just above his right eyebrow.

The shock wave, released as the magic within the table was destroyed, hit him next.  His body was lifted from the ground and slammed into the back of the cave wall as if he was nothing but a simple doll. He could hear the sound of his ribs give way as he hit, feeling a wave of blistering heat wash over his exposed side. He could tell that his entire right side from his ankle, up his leg, back, and arm were covered in severe burns. The shock of what was happening numbed his body to the pain briefly, and stole his breath. He tried to breathe in, but all he could do was pull in a weak shaky gasp of air.

The cloaked figure moved forward, his hand lighting up with another flame of red magic. Allanon’s ears were ringing from impacting with the wall, but through the fog he could hear the cold laughter. He also heard something else. It sounded like someone was calling his name. He heard it again and forced himself to his feet. He stared back at the shadow that approached him.

The man cloaked in shadows lifted his arm, preparing to throw another blast of magic. Allanon knew that the person he was dealing with was powerful, and he hoped that his own magic was powerful enough to at least hold him back. Lifting his arm, Allanon summoned all the strength inside of him, channeling it into a deflection spell. The blue light shimmered to life in his hand. The colors of blue and red lit up the cave in a blinding flash of light.

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Pyria could feel the nervous energy eating away at her as they made for the Druid cave. She was nervous about seeing Allanon again, but she was even more concerned that they wouldn’t make it in time. If she could discern which cave he’d gone to, someone else could as well. She rested her hand on her sword hilt. She didn’t usually carry a sword, but she’d been trained in the art of battle for her own defense.

“Do you know what we are facing, Princess?” General Edensong asked her. Her brother had insisted that they bring a small army if needed. So the general had rounded up a troop of his most skilled fighters.

“I think it might be the Warlock Lord.” Pyria spoke hesitantly. “I don’t know much, but from looking over historic texts the creatures you described have only appeared when he is around.”

“That name seems familiar.” Eventine frowned. “Didn’t this man destroy the Druids?”

Pyria nodded, attempting to hide her fear. If he’d destroyed the entire Druid order, what was protecting Allanon from sharing the same fate?

“We need to be careful.” General Edensong grew tenser than before. “We can’t risk engaging with someone that has magic that powerful.”

She knew that he was right. Their fighters were skilled, but in the face of magic they were nearly powerless. They reached the rim of the knoll and looked down at the sloping hillside that led into the dessert region. “There.” She pointed to a ridge below them that wound just up the next hill and disappeared into a dark cavern.

Eventine urged his horse forward, but the general reached out his hand and caught his king’s shoulder. “Wait. Look.”

Pyria followed the point of his finger and saw a dark hooded figure riding up to the cave. “We’re too late. He’s here!” She kicked her heels against her horse’s side, but two of the guards seized her reins. “What are you doing?”

“I can’t let you go to him.” The general told her, a voice that was far too calm. “It could mean your death.”

She looked to her brother in surprise. They couldn’t have ridden this far to stand by and do nothing.

“I’m sorry, Pyria.” Eventine sighed bitterly. “I won’t risk losing you.” He looked back toward the figure that had dismounted his horse and was entering the cave. “Allanon is my friend, but we can’t run in blind. Dying won’t help him.”

“Doing nothing won’t help him either.” Pyria didn’t mean for her voice to be so cutting, but she couldn’t help it. She would not leave Allanon to die. “I’m sorry too, brother.” She slammed her elbow into the first guards face and kicked the other guard’s horse in the side causing it to buck. She urged her own horse forward once they were forced to release her reins.

She could hear her brother calling out for her, but she didn’t listen to him. The only thing that mattered right now was helping a defenseless man. She would not stand idly by and let the last Druid be killed in is sleep, solely on the grounds that she might be hurt in the process. She reined the horse to halt next to the horse the rider rode in on.

Pyria looked over the other horse, noting the blood dripping from its nostrils and sweat soaked body. She dismounted quickly. “Anyone who treats an animal this way doesn’t deserve to draw breath.” She whispered to herself.

She turned to enter the cave when a powerful blast rocked the ground, a gale force wind exploding from the cave entrance. Stumbling back, she fell on her backside, her eyes opening wide in surprise. Had she been too late?

“Allanon!” Pyria called out at the top of her lungs, scrambling to her feet. He couldn’t be dead. She refused to believe it. She made her way into the cave and saw the cloaked man in front of her. She could barely make out Allanon, hunched over towards the back of the cave. She fumbled with the sword in her belt, barely managing to free it from its sheath. “Allanon!” She shouted to him again, and then the whole world exploded into a blinding light and the explosion that followed was deafening.

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Eventine attempted to go after his sister, but General Edensong held fast to his reins. “Your Highness, you can’t.” His voice was stern. “We can’t afford to lose you.” He gestured to his guards. “They will bring her back. You need to think of your children and kingdom.”

He hated to admit that the general had a point, but he couldn’t stand the idea of his sister running into harm’s way. He watched the guards riding down the hill when the first explosion rocked the countryside. The horses by the entrance bolted and the guards were tossed from their mounts. It took Eventine everything he had to keep from getting tossed from his own horse.

“I’ve had enough of waiting.” Eventine fought his horse, trying to force it go forward, but it refused his commands. He looked up and saw his sister vanish into the cave. “Pyria!” He dismounted from his horse and took off on foot.

“Your Highness, no!” General Edensong gave chase behind him, but didn’t make an attempt to stop him, instead he fell in step beside him. “This is foolish!”

“This is about my sister!” He shouted, as they raced toward the entrance of the cave. The next blast knocked them both onto the ground in front of them. Eventine’s ears were ringing from the sound of the explosion just ahead of him. He shook his head trying to clear his hearing. If he was affected by the blast this much, he could only image what happened to his sister.

“Are you alright.” He felt the general’s hand on his shoulder and brushed him off. This wasn’t about him. He got back to his feet and stumbled up to the entrance of the cave. He was surprised it was still standing. He drew his sword and cautiously stepped inside.

The cave had suffered damages, the back of it had caved in and the stone table that stood in the center of the room was cracked in half. The strangest part was that there was no one inside the cave. He looked around in confusion, but it was as if no one had ever entered the cave. It was truly, completely empty.

“Your Grace.” General Edensong’s voice echoed in the stillness. “Where are they?”

“I don’t know.” Eventine felt a sense of dread flood his soul. “They’re just……��� gone.” He turned to his general with a blank expression. People didn’t just disappear into thin air.

[outlawsandcircles]

The Shannara Chronicles (Epic-ish Finale)

Wow, the title of the episode pretty much sums up this whole season, as it’s been one hell of a wild run and As far as season finales go, I’m about 80% happy with the outcome, meaning their were more things I liked then I didn’t like. 

Jumping right in where we left off I really liked the heartfelt father daughter moment between Allanon and Mareth, even though I was sure they were going to be saved. Sadly we have seen Mareth trying to push an emotional relationship with her Father and even though I believe he desperately wants one, he remains guarded due to the fact that he is slowly dying. In this moment he was able to be completely honest with his daughter and was finally able to be the father that she needed. 

I also really like the moments between Wil and Eritrea and when she finally breaks down and confesses that she’s a child of darkness. This was especially hard to for her because Wil has always seen a goodness in her.

By far some of my favorite moments where between Wil and Alanon. I’ve always viewed Him as somewhat of a father figure to Wil and even though they have clearly had a love hate relationship, it has always been predominately more love. Particularly when they have that sweet embrace and he gives him that pep talk, Wil desperately wants to warn him about his impending death. Also in that moment Allanon is basicly giving Wil his blessing to fall in love with his daughter. Soon after, when he dies I am devistated, he was such a staple of this show, but I suppose they truly want Mareth to cary her own torch next season. 

That fateful moment Wil came to the realization that his blood would heal the waters and stop the evil from spreading to the four lands I was so proud because he finally understood that being a true hero means self sacrafice, but I was really upset because I thought he was actually going to die. At the moment I wasn’t sure if we were getting another season, so I thought they were giving him a hero’s death. Their is no show without Wil and I couldn’t understand how he could really be gone.

Now for the twenty percent of reasons I wasn’t thrilled with the finale. Their are really only three reasons. First and for most, I’m always going to be a little upset over Amberle. Second  it felt like Bandon’s death was pointless, and third, in no way would Eretria not be devistated by the death of Wil olmsford. 

Anyone who follows my interest in this show knows that I still hold a tiny spark for Wil and Amberly. I still have high hopes that she will escape that damn tree some day soon, but I understand that she is following her path and that last weeks episode was meant to give some closure to that relationship for now. Also she wanted Wil to move on and it’s time I feel the same. As hard as it is to do, because in all my history I have never jumped ship, I’m going to try and look at what’s best for Wil. 

What I want more than anything is for him to be happy and if that comes from falling in love with Allanon’s daughter then I’m on board,

but if that comes from finally realizing that him and a certain Child of Armageddon Rover will always be more then just friends, I want really be all that surprised. At this point I’m actually torn, I have no idea. I’m gonna sit back and let this all play out a little longer to see.

The second thing that made absolutely no sense what’s so ever in this finale was Bandon’s death, It was absolutely pointless. They speant an entire season building his character up to be an ultimate evil, so in that moment where it seemed like he was finally taking his rightful place as the biggest bad back, only to be swiftly slaughtered, I was completely dumbfounded. To say that the writers missed an opportunity is an understatement. I understand that this was an easy exit for Bandon’s character and maybe that’s what they where going for, but from another writers point of view it just seems wasted. Am I the only one who thinks this? I know that His character was too far gone for any type of redemption, but in the end his death didn’t mean anything. 

As for my last issue and probably the biggest out of character moment for Eritrea in the entire series all I have to say is what was that? On what earth in what Four lands would this girl not be utterly devasted and utterly unconsolable by the death of the person she loves the most. She literally shows no emotion, not a tear. Now I understand that a few days may have passed and they may have glossed over it. If they did, then that is just sloppy writing, because Eretria and Wils bond has been a strong foundation of the show. So to say it was a little out of character that she didn’t shed a tear or at least kill something in response to her feelings of rage is more then an understatement.

On a final not I want to pay tribute to two of my favorite fallen characters, Ander and Allanon.

Other then those three things I was pretty happy with how the show progressed throughout the season. I loved how the action sequences got even more intense and was over the moon when we got our Amberle back for one episode. Now that we know for sure that Wil is alive and that Eretria and Mareth are going to team up and go search for him I can only imagine what the writers will come up with for next season. In the mean time I think I might actually go and read the books and see what I’m missing.

[imaginesfordayss]

You had left him alone for a few hours. Five at most, and he still managed to get himself in trouble. 

“Oh my god.” You groaned to yourself, exasperated, watching him and a smaller elven girl limp back to his tent. He was bleeding from a wound on his side, but after following him for a while you figured he’d be able to heal it by himself. 

You watched them enter the tent and waited a moment before sneaking in behind them. Wil was just using the elfstones to close the wound and collapsed back onto the bed. 

“How did this guy ever save the world.” The girl mumbled dryily.

“I know right, he is utterly pathetic.” You said, leaning against the wall.

The girl whirled around, whipping out a knife and got into a defensive stance. 

“Woah there.” You said, raising your hands, “I come in peace. I just came to make sure he wasn’t dead.” 

She regarded you suspiciously, “Who are you?”

“My name’s (y/n),” You said, holding out your hand. She simply looked at it until you let it drop, “Okay. Who are you if I might ask?” 

“That’s none of your concern.” She said, still not lowering the knife.

“You don’t have to worry about me, I’m not going to hurt him. Or you. Trust me I have put too much effort in keeping him alive for the past year to let it all go to waste.” 

A few awkward seconds passed as she glared at you before finally relaxing her stance, “You his keeper or something?” 

“Something like that.” You said softly, finally deeming it safe to get closer. Approaching the bed you saw Wil was effectively passed out and you snorted softly, nudging his foot, “Oh kid. You do have a beacon for trouble.” 

“How do you know him?” The girl asked. 

“Amberle.” You said, turning around to face her again, “She was a good friend of mine. My best friend. I promised I would look after Wil if something happened to her. Unfortunately for everyone involved, something did and now we’re here.” 

“The elf princess? She saved the Ellcrys.” 

You nodded, “Yeah that’s the one.” You tried to hold back your sad bitterness, “Our hero.” 

Wil groaned softly and rolled over, his legs tangling clumsily. Sighing, you turned back to the blonde and started pushing him up the bed. He grumbled and tried to bat your hands away, but you just rolled your eyes and situated him under the blankets. The elf girl helped and soon the Shannara was tucked into bed. 

“My name’s Mareth by the way.” The girl, Mareth, said, after you exited his room. 

“Mareth. Nice to meet you.” You said, “What business do you have with Wil?” 

She paused, picking at her nails before answering, “I need his help.” 

“With what?”

“Finding my father.” 

You stopped walking, “Your father? What does Wil have to do with your father?”

“Wil’s a Shannara, and the only one that can help me find him.” She paused and you waited, “My father is Allanon.” 

Your mouth dropped open, shocked, “Your father’s the druid? That guys has a stick so far up his ass, who in their right mind would have a kid with him.” 

She gasped, offended, and you scrambled, “Sorry, I’m sorry, that was rude. It’s just a shock, I never pegged Allanon for a father.”

“Well, it’s probably because he’s never met me. I doubt he even knows I exist.” Mareth replied. 

“Wow. I’m sorry, that must be rough.” 

Mareth nodded, “I need his help so I can learn to control my magic. My mother couldn’t help me, so he’s my only option.” 

“Well if it’s any consolation, I hear Allanon is one of the most powerful magic users in Arborlon. So you’ll have a good teacher.” You said,” If only Wil would follow your lead.” 

“He doesn’t want to learn?” She asked.

“He doesn’t want anything to do with anyone lately. Especially your father.” You said. 

“Why?” 

You blew out a long breath, “I don’t know. No one really told me what happened when Amberle sacrificed herself. King Ander just gave me a note, asking to take care of Wil and Allanon was no help like usual and Wil was...” You paused, “He was devastated. I didn’t even know know this guy and when I saw him afterwards, it was like his world was over.” 

“But you still followed him? Even though you didn’t know him?”

“Amberle was my best friend, almost like my sister. I would do anything for her. And she wanted me to protect Wil, so I’m doing my best to honor her wishes.” 

Mareth smiled slightly, “That’s noble.” 

You laughed, “It’s stupid is what it is, but thank you.” 

Mareth nodded, “I’ve been staying in Storlock for the past few nights, but I think they know I’m not really a patient anymore. Got anywhere I can crash?”

You nodded and motioned for her to follow you, “I have a place. Follow me.” 

[random-thoughts-collection]

The Shannara Chronicles | 2.05/06 Review

The Shannara Chronicles - Paranor / Crimson

Paranor: written by Evan Endicott & Josh Stoddard, directed by Toa Fraser Crimson: written by April Blair, directed by Brad Turner

The fifth and sixth episode aired back-to-back and I watched them back-to-back, so I’ll review them both at the same time. It was nice to be able to watch two new episodes in a row, but I’m afraid that it’s a sign that the show won’t be renewed for a third season. It would be a shame given how wonderful this season has been so far. Of course there are some little plotholes to be found, and some plotlines are pretty standard fantasy story telling - they didn’t re-invent the wheel for this show. But that’s okay, because we have a decent story, wonderful characters, good acting and a wonderful cinematography.

So, annyone left who has no magic?

I can’t help it, I liked that Eretria was somehow a “badass normal”.  She didn’t have any special gifts, she wasn’t destined to do something great - she was “just” an average human with some really impressive skills. Until now. Now she, too, is somehow magical because thanks to her bloodline she is a bit demonic herself. She learns about this from Cogline and he’s able to prove it by confronting her with a wraith. It even ends up turning her eyes black. Cogline’s appearence is also confusing here, because he clearly uses magic and is a druid, apparently? After all this talk of Allanon being the last druid, and the surprise of Mareth, now Cogline is a random druid, too? In my eyes, Eretria’s plot is the weakest this time, although I usually enjoy her character a lot. For those who like that she has a magical plotline now I can imagine it’s a highlight though. And her fight scene before Cogline shows up is pretty amazing.

The short reign of King Ander

Ever since Ander found out about Tamlin’s connection to The Crimson and Bandon’s threat of the Warlock Lord, Tamlin has no real use for General Riga and his fanatics anymore. She orders Jax to kill Riga, but he fails and Riga shows up at Ander’s and Lyria’s wedding. In a heroic moment Ander saves Lyria’s life but is himself killed by Riga. The Elves have lost their King - again - and as far as I know there’s no obvious candidate left to become king. The attack happend before Lyria was married to Ander, so she’s not relevant to the Elves, and I can’t remember any other living member of the Elessedil family, aside from Amberle who’s a tree. So who will rule Arborlon now?

Getting into trouble is easy, getting out... not so much.

At the beginning of the double feature, Jax planned to leave the whole affaire behind. He left Eretria somewhere in the woods and returned to the wife and son of a fallen soldier who apparently belonged to Jax’s former battalion. Unfortunately, deciding you don’t want to be involved anymore doesn’t automatically stop other people from bothering you anyway. You’d assume that Jax with all his experience should have seen this coming, and - as a skilled bounty hunter - would have noticed he was being followed. Some of General Riga’s men have followed him and kill the boy. This turns it suddenly into a personal matter for Jax, and he captures Riga’s second-in-command Valcaa and brings him to Leah for questioning. Valcaa can escape but is later killed by Jax anyway.

Meeting in Paranor

Bandon, Flick, Wil, Allanon and Mareth finally all meet in Paranor. Bandon wounds Flick and poisons him to ensure Wil gets the skull of the Warlock Lord for him, and Mareth is able to trap both Allanon and Bandon in a magical prison. I really liked the act Allanon and Mareth played to make Wil believe Mareth really left - and with this also giving Bandon the impression that Mareth isn’t around, since Bandon can only read Wil’s thoughts. It was well done.

Trapping Bandon was too late though, because Flick is now dying and Bandon is willing to save him only in exchange for the skull. Convincing Mareth to prove that she is Allanon’s daughter, they both set a mechanism in motion to get the skull - and end up in the past.

Time travel to a hippie version of Shady Vale

What they find is a colourful and happy Shady Vale: people are dancing and celebrating and enjoying their life. All but Shea, that is. Wil and Mareth meet the young version of Wil’s father and he’s not yet the hero he’s known for in the present day. Wil and Mareth have to protect him from bullies, from a few wraiths, and help with relationship with Heady. After using his Elfstones quite a bit I don’t even want to know how Wil’s arm looks right now. And Wil also spoils parts of Shea’s future to him. The concept of time travel is different in each show or movie or book, and very complex in general, but shouldn’t that have some sort of consequences? Aside from connecting with his parents, Wil also finds the skull, burried in a field that is basically a lake in the present day. Pretty smart, to burry the skull in the past so that you can’t really get there anymore in the present day!

Who didn’t see this coming?

While Wil and Mareth are away, Flick is suffering from the poisonous wound and Allanon because the prison is partly suppressing the Druid’s magic. Given how old Allanon is already he needs his magic to stay young, so being inside the prison weakens him. When Wil and Mareth return, Mareth lets Bandon out so he can heal Flick, but Flick doesn’t want Bandon to get the skull so he kills himself, leaving Wil heartbroken. Having no reason to spare him anymore, Wil attacks Bandon but is no match for him. The praised Sword of Shannara that is supposed to be able to fight the Warlock Lord actually breaks when Wil fights Bandon with it, and Bandon gets his hands on the skull. Mareth releases Allanon from the prison, too, but the weakened Allanon isn’t able to stop Bandon either. He gets a cut form the same poisoned weapon as Flick before, and Bandon leaves, blocking the way out after himself.

Next: Warlock / Amberle

This review is quite late, so the next two episodes already air in a few hours. We're going to so see the aftermath of the death of King Ander and witness Bandon raising the Warlock Lord. And I’m sure we’ll find out more about Eretria’s powers and the danger she’s now in. And the rest of our heroes have to get out of the cave, right? And judging by the name of the episode we have a good chance of seeing more of Amberle again!

[allanonxmareth]

Fic: sex magic to save the Ellcrys

This is a snippet from a fic where the Ellcrys is dying again (poor tree) because *waves hands* and Mareth has a vision of Ellcrys!Amberle telling her the only way to save her is for two druids to ~prove love to each other~ but oh no father and daughter I guess they just have to make the sacrifice!

***

”What if - if we just tried to do something we like?” Mareth thinks it might help. ”Tell me how you’d like to touch me. Anything. No judgment.”

Allanon seems to weigh his answer, but finally he says, voice low, ”Your hair - may I open it?”

"Of course." Mareth smiles. She steps closer, then turns around. She anticipates his touch but it still thrills her when she feels his fingers.

Mareth wears her hair tied up, out of habit, not needing the distraction in fight. Allanon pulls out the pins that hold together the ends of the little braids and keep them curled up into buns. Slowly, one by one, he unbraids them, then runs his fingers all the way down, down to the red tips of her hair. He keeps carding through her hair slowly, smoothing the waves down. His thumbs press fleetingly into the nape of her neck and it makes a small sound escape her lips.

Mareth presses back against him. It feels so good, his touch on her scalp, his arm coming to hold her around her waist. He gathers her hair in his grip so he can push it over one shoulder, to stream down her chest, leaving her neck exposed. He keeps combing his fingers slowly down her hair, fingers sliding down her breast and belly, as he presses his mouth by her ear.

”And what about you?” His whisper tickles.

”My -” she begins, heart skipping, ”- my ears, would you - would you touch them?”

She expects him to run his fingers up her ear, a little hesitant like humans often are, but his thumb presses where her blood thrums under her hot skin, his fingers on her neck as he tips her head gently to the side, and then - 

She gasps. He licks up the rim of her ear, slow and with the perfect amount of pressure. It sends a lightning through her, and her back would arch if it wasn’t for his arm holding her by the waist. When he reaches the tip he sucks it between his lips, and that, that -

She thinks she whines, and there’s suddenly an ache between her legs, and when his tongue presses against the eartip once more it makes everything in her flutter somewhere deep inside.

”Please stop,” she says, breathless, desperate.

Allanon pulls back at once, the warmth of his mouth leaving her skin and his arm releasing her waist.

”I’m sorry -”

Mareth grabs his wrist quickly, presses his palm back against her belly. He must think it was uncomfortable.

”No, that’s not it.” Mareth’s head is reeling. She’s always been sensitive like this, but it’s never felt so intense. ”It feels good. Just -” she licks her lips. Even they tingle. ” - too good.” He could make her come just from this. She feels her cheeks burn up as she thinks it.

He lets her press her back against his chest again, gathers her close in his arms. Mareth can feel his shaky breath on her neck and cheek, and even that has her twitching and shivering.

”Maybe -” she bites her lip as he slips his fingers through her locks again, ”- maybe we could try kissing now.” Allanon’s hand travels down her chest again, and he waits for her to turn around in his arms.

Mareth thinks it will be over quick, but when they meet, it's unhurried. Allanon seems to hesitate a little, so Mareth reaches carefully to lick at his upper lip; soft, slow, not wanting to spook him. He draws in a little breath but opens his mouth, arm coming around her waist, another on her neck, and it encourages her to press closer, fully join their lips. It's almost chaste at first, and Mareth closes her eyes, slipping into a world bordered only by his hands on her body, his mouth on hers, the dry grass under her toes. She tilts her head, moves back just enough so she can lick again, catching the roughness of his beard before breaching his mouth in full. As her tongue meets his, it suddenly electrifies her, and she grips his shirt tight and gets on her tiptoes, and he grabs her by the hips to hold her tighter, helps her reach him.

They stay so joined for what feels like an eternity and only a fraction of a heartbeat, not getting enough of it. Finally, Mareth has to pull back to breathe, and she draws in his scent with the cool night air. Dizzy, she ends the kiss with a little last peck, not wanting this to end, and he doesn't seem to either, chasing that last touch. Mareth opens her eyes to find his still closed, his chest heaving. He's calm, she realizes, as he is only concentrated on this moment, the crease of worry between his brows disappeared. 

Mareth glances around. "Look," she whispers, and it makes Allanon open his eyes, breaks the spell. 

The bushes surrounding the fountain nearest to them have grown new leaves, pale green, thin enough that even moonlight shines through them. As they watch, the leaves keep growing, new buds unfurling.

"So it works," Allanon says, a note of wonder in his voice.

"Were you not sure?" Mareth releases the front of shirt. She didn't realise she was still gripping it.

"Not entirely. I do not doubt your vision," he adds hastily. "But I thought our... relation might hinder it."

"Apparently not." As Mareth glances down, she sees the grass has begun to grow too, little green tendrils reaching up between her toes. It tickles, and she smiles, feeling the new, flickering power answering her magic's call. "So, do you think we should -" she looks at him again, biting her lip," - continue?"

The Ellcrys herself still stands dark and dry. 

"I - I suppose we should try." Allanon's eyes gleam in the moonlight, some of the hesitation gone. He takes Mareth's hand, lifts it up to kiss her knuckles.

"Another kiss?" Mareth suggests, feeling breathless.

The next kiss merely picks up where the last one left them, and Mareth finds herself sliding her hands up Allanon's chest with more intent, to touch his neck to better guide him. She feels hungry, alive; when she can feel the shape of his hardened cock press into her belly through the layers of their clothes, she's acutely aware of how hot she feels between her legs.

"I think this is working too," she whispers into his mouth. Touch me, she thinks, not sure if he catches it. It must work, because he reaches down to touch her thigh and slides his palm up, rough fingertips making her skin tingle. The light fabric of her dress bunches up easily. If he thinks it's presumptuous Mareth wore no underwear, he doesn't show it, merely cups her backside, touch light.

It strikes Mareth that if they want to be efficient about this, they could now get each other off by hand quickly; he'd only need to move his hand a few inches to touch her. Still, something in her protests, wishes for a slower pleasure, and it makes her both embarrassed and excited.

As if to assure her, Allanon kisses her cheek and temple and then ear. It makes her shiver again.

"If you do not mind -" he says, voice barely a whisper, "We do not have to hurry."

[saintdollyparton]

I don’t know how many of you guys who watch The Shannara Chronicles also read the books, or are familiar with them... but I just realized Malese Jow’s character this coming season, Mareth, may well be the Mareth who was friends with Allanon’s teacher Bremen in the books. Which means she is an even older Druid than Allanon. Her father was a Skull Bearer (aka the guys who fought for the Warlock Lord during the War of the Races). She was a human healer and empath who became a Druid but later vowed to never use her powers again except for healing. That would explain why she and Wil would have a connection. She was also married and she never met Wil in the books so I don’t know how this will pan out but it’s awesome we’re getting yet another Druid and a kickass lady one at that! (Plus she’s a WoC.)

[sueboohscorner]

#Shannara Chronicles Season One recap

 In chosen Amberle Elessedil (Poppy Drayton) runs in a gauntlet to be the first female among the seven selected members to protect the Ellcrys an ancient tree holding back an ancient army of demons led by Dagda Mor. She finishes seventh in the race much to the displeasure of her grandfather the king and her uncle Arion (Daniel Macpherson). When she touches the Ellcrys, she has a vision of elves being slaughtered this visions magic is powerful enough to wake up the last druid Allanon (Manu Bennett). Elsewhere we find that Wil's (Austin Butler) mother gives him the elf stones which belonged to his father before she passes away he decides to go to Storlock to become a healer. On the way, he saved from a troll by a rover girl named Eretria (Ivana Baquero) who drugs him and steals the stones. Allanon meets with Eventine the elven king and Amberle's grandfather to discuss the threat of the Dagda Mor and the fact that the ellcrys is dying but he realizes that it won't help, so he sent out to find wil who he comes upon at Eretria's tree home. Able to send his changeling out to the real world he sends it to kill the chosen which it does except for Amberle who has fled Arborlon because of her vision she comes across Eretria. wil and allanon go to the druid's keep using magic allanon finds that the chosen are the key to restoring the ellcrys they track down Amberle to wing Hove where a fury is unleashed by the Dagda Mor killing her aunt and going after her and wil

In episode fury, Allanon kills the fury, but he is severely wounded, so he is taken by Wil and Amberle to the druid cove to heal. Wil and Amberle go to the silver river to grab some of the mud there because of its healing property.  But are ambushed by Eretria and the head rover Cephelo (James Remar) and are taken the prisoner to the Rover camp where Cephelo threatens to kill Eretria unless wil teaches him how to use the elf stones a second fury attacks the camp but is killed by wil when he uses the stones. Allanon is cured and rescues wil and amberle from the rover along with another elf named Brandon (Marcus Vanco). Back at Arborlon the elven council agrees to let amberle go into the ellcrys to get its seed which needs to be taken to safe hold

In Changeling, Amberle goes into the Ellcrys and is tested she passes the test getting the seed exiting the tree. The group realizes that the changeling is still alive in the palace. Eretria sneaks into the palace to get back the stones from Wil. When she tries to escape the demon disguises itself as her and tries to kill amberle. They realize that the demon is a shape-shifter being in the shape of a guard. The demon is aware that they have set a trap wil goes to warn amberle but the changeling is already there but it is killed by allanon who orders them to burn the body, but it is still alive.

In Reaper ten years ago a group of gnomes led by slanter sneaks into arborlon in an attempt to assassinate the king but instead they kill amberle's father, Prince Aine. On their way to safe hold amberle, wil, and the rest of the group are ambushed by Cephelo, and his rovers amberle is taken prisoner while wil and the garrison are left to die in the wilderness. Eretria gets her freedom as her reward but later comes back to rescue wil and amberle they are attacked by a reaper which is a demon hungry for death which has already killed the garrison cephelo can lure it into a chemical waste area and it on fire. Back in arborlon Allanon asks Brandon to use his seer powers to contact amberle through the Ellcrys he sees her dead at the Dagda Mor's feet. The news is coming in about the demon attacks on near by Elven villages Ander suggests that they use slanter as a guide to finding the demon source. The changeling disguised as Arion kills the king and takes his place on the throne.

In Pykon. Amberle has a romantic dream about wil. As a snow storm heads their way, the group decides to take a short cut to Wilderun going through Pykon. When they get to Pykon, they are greeted by mag a child and Remo the caretaker of Pykon. The Reaper rises from the ashes of the chemical waste following the group's path. Remo reveals himself as a torturer seeking revenge when he starts torturing amberle wil can save her with the help of mag. The group tries to escape, but the reaper closes in on them. Wil, Eretria, and amberle fall down the hill with the Reaper. Meanwhile, the changeling still disguised as the king tells Arion to find a sword said to possess the power to defeat the Dagda Mor but Allanon tells him that the sword is a talisman of pure evil Arion uses the sword to get rid of Allanon. Ander and Slanter find the source of the demons.

In break line after wil, amberle, and Eretria fall of over the cliff they are separated wil wakes up next to the reaper's corpse prying the stones from his palm he is attacked by an elf named Perk whose left ear was cut off by a group of elf hunters who sells the ears to gnomes. wil and Perk go to the camp where the elf hunters are located and rescue Genewen. Eretria and amberle are chased by Zora, the leader of the elf hunters. In arborlon the changeling sends Ander and Arion a futile mission to kill the Dagda Mor. Allanon is healed by his former master and sent back to earth. While trapped underground amberle sees a map like the one in her vision telling Eretria that it is safe to hold they fight off some of the elf hunters but end up being captured by Zora. Wil arrives on Genewen which is a flying Roc before they can escape Zora shoots Eretria causing her to fall back into the hall preventing them from going back to rescue her. Ander and Arion go to face the Dagda Mor with an imprisoned Brandon. Arion attacks the former druid with the sword, but the Dagda Mor kills him Allanon comes in the nick of time to save Ander and Brandon. Eretria is hauled off along with a golf bag. Ander is finally able to kill the changeling with Allanon's collapsible sword becoming the king of the elves.

In Utopia, Allanon tells Brandon that he will train him to become the next druid. A human buys Eretria along with the map of Safehold he shows her how to shoot a revolver as they watch a scene from star trek. After kissing wil and amberle rescue cephelo but he ditches them before they go into the village. Cephelo is captured while skulking around the border of the village after seeing Zora dead outside. Eretria reveals that the map is inside the village. When wil and amberle are discovered as elves during the party, Eretria goes and flirts with her new owner getting the revolver. Cephelo, wil, and amberle are tied to post to be sacrificed to trolls. cephelo offers a bag which he says contains the elf stones but is blue dice that amberle found while underground. Eretria frees them. Cephelo is mortally wounded taking the pistol he goes to buy them time to escape. The group comes upon the ruins of San Francisco.

In the safe hold, wil, amberle, and Eretria reach safe hold which his the ruins of San Francisco and Oakland. Eretria discovers that the tattoo on her back is a map of the blood fire leading the group there. When they reach the blood fire, they are confronted by the guardians of the blood fire who tries to turn the team against one another. Ander sends commander Tilton to ally with the gnomes to defeat the demons. Under the influence of the Dagda, Mor Brandon attacks Ander, Catania, and Allanon who subdues him. Commander Pindanon seeing that Ander is too weak to lead them decides to take the throne for himself having Ander imprisoned. Tilton along with slanter return and free Ander the elven council finally accept him as their king after he announces the alliance with the gnomes. Over coming the guardian's mental assaults, Eretria figures out that her blood is the key to unlocking the blood fire impaling her hand on a magical spike the blood fire ignites wil can defeat the guardians using the stones. As amberle goes into the blood fire when it's gone amberle is gone with it leaving Eretria unconscious. The last of the leaves fall as the demon army marches on arborlon.

In ellcrys in the blood fire amberle is told by the ellcrys that she will have to sacrifice herself to become the new tree to stop the demons. She tells her no because of the feelings that she has for Wil on the outside Wil heals Eretria. With the stones he was able to open the blood fire again to get amberle out as they leave underground they are pursued by trolls Eretria can give them time to escape by closing the door and attacking the trolls Back in arborlon Catania helps Brandon escape from his cell. Returning to arborlon wil and amberle confess their love to each other. on the battle field Tilton and Ander encounter Aion resurrected as a demon Arion kills Tilton, but Ander can kill Aion. Allanon and slanter rescue wil and amberle and escort them to the ellcrys but the Dagda Mor blocks their path Allanon fights off the demon amberle tells wil that she is the seed and that she needs to sacrifice herself to become the new ellcrys. wil can hold off the Dagda Mor with the stones while allanon beheads the demon. Amberle is successful in becoming the new ellcrys Allanon tells her that he knew all along that this was how it had to happen to wil. Eretria is captured by trolls and recognizes her capture wil lets out to rescue her. Brandon is carrying the evil blade while his eyes turn black.

[writingforweirdlings]

The Last of the Fae

Summary: Allanon is acting strange and the reader is cross with him after what happens to Bandon.

Series: The Last of the Fae

AN: I’m not including characters in the series from now on because I can’t remember them all and well it’s kinda extra... The gif... She’s part of the story and I think this is actually after she was attacked...

Chapter Four

I ran to Allanon’s room, hoping to see him there, I caught him just as he was leaving.

“Allanon, thank god, the Changeling isn’t dead and is very much alive and wandering  around Arborlon,” I say, slightly out of breath.

“I’ll let Eventine know when I next see him, and make sure he is more careful than he already is,” Allanon says and walks off. That was slightly odd, but okay. I think and decided to take a break from everything for a short while, desperately needing some alone time.

Time Skip

I had fallen asleep and was being awoken by Allanon. His face was grim and I knew something bad had happened.

“What’s happened?” I ask, dreading the answer.

“It’s Bandon. You need to come with me now,” He replied, and grabbed my hand and began to lead me to where Bandon was.

I could only follow after him, as he wouldn’t tell me what he had done. When we got to the room, I saw Bandon laying on the bed, just breathing. Something was very off, all he was doing was breathing, but I could sense something was wrong with him. I turn and look at Allanon, who was trying to avoid looking at me.

“What happened? What did you do?” I ask, stepping in front of him, to make sure he looked me in the eyes when he gave his answer. He finally looked at me, and I could see the regret in his eyes.

“I had him try and communicate through the Ellcrys, to get to Amberle, but then his eyes turned black and he collapsed after I got his hand off of the tree,” he replies. You stare at him for a moment before you turn to Bandon, because you cannot look at him at the moment.

“Why? Why would you do this after I explicitly told you that Bandon didn’t need to be involved in any of this? Did you even think to consider the consequences of what would happen?” I ask loudly, having turned to face him in the middle of your small speech. I crossed my arms, in fear that I might hit him if I didn’t.

He sighs, then, “Yes, I considered most of them, and I did not believe that this would, or even could happen. I swear, I didn’t want him to be harmed.”

“Yeah, well he’s hurt, thanks to you,” I say, and go sit next to where Bandon lies.

Allanon left the room for a brief time, and I grabbed Bandon’s hand, seeing if I could possibly heal him, or do anything at all.

I reached deep within me and call up on the magic of old. I pour the magic into Bandon to try and bring him back. I sensed darkness when I walked into the room and now I can feel it in him.

My magic battles the darkness in Bandon and I was able to relinquish most of it but I couldn’t take it all out, the darkness in him was almost as strong as the magic I held within me. I could’ve banished it all but I was too tired to do anymore.

I move onto the bed to lay next to Bandon so that I wouldn’t get a knot in my neck when I fall asleep.

When I woke next, it was to the sound of screams. I jumped up and saw Allanon and Bandon with pitch black eyes. Allanon was holding Catania by the neck.

I focus my magic and send a wave of light towards them, removing the demon’s hold on them. Allanon let go of Catania and stumbled a bit, while Bandon fell off the bed. Then, Arion came in and looked around the room.

“Take Catania with you and tell your father that the changeling is not dead,” I instruct Arion.

“I’ll tell him right away,” he says taking Catania with him.

I looked back to the other two in the room. “What happened to him?” I look to Allanon.

“The Dagda Mor has taken his soul,” he responded, placing Bandon back on the bed.

“That’s why I can’t restore him,” I say out loud. “I can’t vanquish the darkness because the darkness has taken him to a place I hardly go.”

“What do you mean?” Allanon looked to me.

“The Dagda Mor is strong but I’m stronger because I have the magic of the fae and that of darkness,” I start to explain. “Essentially it is possible for me to get Bandon’t soul back but I must be in a place that I can be undisturbed yet still have ties to magic,” I start pacing the room, Allanon’s eyes on my every movement. “It’ll take a toll on me and I must be in my true form so it can work,” I finish.

“Where is your magic strongest?” he inquires.

“Near the Ellcrys, the Druid Cave was also a good spot for me,” I answered.

“We can’t have you near the Ellcrys but you can take Bandon with you to the Druid Cave and do what needs to be done,” he determined.

“What about you?” I walked a little closer to him and grab his hand. “I can feel the darkness in you, let me help you,” I said about to let my magic flow into him.

“No,” he reclaimed his hand. “I can fight off the Dagda Mor on my own,” he said.

“But you don’t have to,” I looked at him with hopeful eyes.

“You need your magic to heal Bandon. You should not waste it on me,” he said with no room for argument. “Get ready to leave when night arrives, I will get everything set and talk with Eventine,” he walked out the room not even letting me say anything.

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Mushrooms with psychoactive properties have long played a role in various native medicine traditions in cultures all around the world. They have been used as sacrament in rituals aimed at mental and physical healing, and to facilitate visionary states. This mushroom reminds me of Allanon because he has the power to physically and mentally heal things with his powers. I will consider to use this mushroom to represent Allanon.