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Chapter 1
Allanon looked back at the Valley of Shale where Bremen had melted into the power of the Hadeshorn only once. He would dearly miss the old one's presence, but knew that one day in the distant future he would call upon the shade of his mentor. He turned his ponderings to the task before him, as the Last of the Druids.
Tay and Risca had gone on, and he could not count on help from Mareth, who had permanently forsaken magic. One would have to suffice for all the four lands.
Allanon headed south to Paranor, for he knew how to pass Bremen's cloaking enchantment. He entered lethargically and proceeded to his quarter to rest.
He dreamt of the warlock lord and all the trials before him. He dreamt his strength was not enough, and the Four Lands fell into chaos. He lay broken and battered, unable to carry out Bremen's charge…
His dream abruptly changed to a view of Dechtera. He and his parents had lived happily there for 12 years. They were prosperous, and full of simple bliss. He helped his father in his blacksmithing trade and did his chores like any normal boy would consent to do. Why, if the raid had never come he would be a young blacksmith making his way in a booming city. The thought was almost a shock to Allanon.
The Warlock Lord's minions had come then, and ravaged everything he held dear. It was then he knew that no matter what the trials, he would not fail his task to destroy him.
Allanon awoke, and began to study in the spell book he had left off in: Abdksn SAKLdjASD
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