Ok. You DO NOT have to read the prologue if you have read Terry Brooks The First King of Shannara.
It is basically just a summary of the book, but if you havent read it, I would recommend reading the prologue since I will
most likely make some references in the story. K. I'll put more up later once I get enough written. R/R
~Prologue~
Long, long, longgg ago, in a faraway land. In the time of the great Druids of Paranor. There was 1 Druid who
desired power, more power then any other could ever hold. This man was called Brona, or the Warlock Lord.
He was a rebel Druid. Cast out by his fiendish ways. His whole existence was banked on lies and terror.
His followers were called Skull Bearers. Now the Druid Bremen knew of the Dark Lords rising in the north, in his
domain, the Skull Kingdom. Bremen tried to warn the Druid Council at Paranor of the threat. They just
laughed at him. Did not take him seriousally. A few days later, Brona attacked Paranor and all the Druids were lost.
All but 3. Only days earlier Bremen had left with two of his friends, an elf named Tay Trefenwyd, and a dwarf called Risca. Bremen with the help of the Elf and Dwarf nations were able to defeat Brona. Or did they? The Sword
of Shannara was not an ordinary sword. It was magic. It had the power to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing
but the truth. To Brona, since he was built on lies and deception, the sword was lethal. The only problem was that the
Sword also let its bearer see the truth. The bearer of the Sword was an elf named Jerle Shannara. Now Jerle
had had many things happen in his life that he tried to block. Yet when he was faced with the Swords power, he couldn't
block it any longer. He couldn't handle the magic being forced upon him, thereby breaking the connection. Brona
disappeared. Most thought he was dead, only to find out later that that was not so. Bremen died a little while later.
He left a successor, a young boy, Druid, named Allanon.
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He didnt know how it began. As far back as he could remember, he had always had the power of the wishsong.
Wish for it, sing for it, get it. It was easy. He could do anything with it. Dry up a puddle on the side of the road, change the colors of flowers, or make himself invisible. His sister Rose had it too. Only her power was different.
She could only create illusions, while he could turn fantasy into reality.
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It is basically just a summary of the book, but if you havent read it, I would recommend reading the prologue since I will
most likely make some references in the story. K. I'll put more up later once I get enough written. R/R
~Prologue~
Long, long, longgg ago, in a faraway land. In the time of the great Druids of Paranor. There was 1 Druid who
desired power, more power then any other could ever hold. This man was called Brona, or the Warlock Lord.
He was a rebel Druid. Cast out by his fiendish ways. His whole existence was banked on lies and terror.
His followers were called Skull Bearers. Now the Druid Bremen knew of the Dark Lords rising in the north, in his
domain, the Skull Kingdom. Bremen tried to warn the Druid Council at Paranor of the threat. They just
laughed at him. Did not take him seriousally. A few days later, Brona attacked Paranor and all the Druids were lost.
All but 3. Only days earlier Bremen had left with two of his friends, an elf named Tay Trefenwyd, and a dwarf called Risca. Bremen with the help of the Elf and Dwarf nations were able to defeat Brona. Or did they? The Sword
of Shannara was not an ordinary sword. It was magic. It had the power to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing
but the truth. To Brona, since he was built on lies and deception, the sword was lethal. The only problem was that the
Sword also let its bearer see the truth. The bearer of the Sword was an elf named Jerle Shannara. Now Jerle
had had many things happen in his life that he tried to block. Yet when he was faced with the Swords power, he couldn't
block it any longer. He couldn't handle the magic being forced upon him, thereby breaking the connection. Brona
disappeared. Most thought he was dead, only to find out later that that was not so. Bremen died a little while later.
He left a successor, a young boy, Druid, named Allanon.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He didnt know how it began. As far back as he could remember, he had always had the power of the wishsong.
Wish for it, sing for it, get it. It was easy. He could do anything with it. Dry up a puddle on the side of the road, change the colors of flowers, or make himself invisible. His sister Rose had it too. Only her power was different.
She could only create illusions, while he could turn fantasy into reality.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~