Allanon POV

After a few hours of walking, Allanon had to admit that Erin was able to follow him. Even though she was barefoot and the white dress she was wearing wasn't enough to shield her from the strong winds that were carried from over the Seas towards the Main Land.

She was silent but observant. And it made Allanon glance at her sometimes.

He noticed the widening of her eyes the first time she saw the Sea. How the waves hit the sand and that was the first time Allanon had to grab her by the elbow and lead her away from the cold, salty waters. Erin would've gladly jumped in and although the Sunshine felt warm on their skins, it was early Springtime and the Water would have been too cold.

Erin didn't resist and followed him.

Allanon saw how excited she became when they entered a forest. Walking on the small, sandy road, Erin looked around in awe to the trees and bushes. She even made a happy sound when a fox crossed her path. Even if the animal had a rabbit between its teeth and its snout was full of blood. But she didn't linger, Erin followed him closely.

It also gave him the time to look at her for the first time because in the Cave Allanon didn't make the time. Thinking Erin wouldn't follow him or would have given up by now.

He's almost ashamed to realize her hair is as white as ice. Allanon should have noticed that before , but he didn't. A Druid should be observant too. And he failed. The blue of her eyes are like the waters in the Valley of Kings ; it was the lightest of blue Allanon ever saw and it was the only thing he could compare her eyes with. And her skin was as pale as snow. Making Allanon shake his head while thinking that Erin better avoid snow and ice all together because he wouldn't be able to find her.

The Druid was also trying to gather his thoughts about the Elcryss when they arrive on a hill. Finally, he could see the village that was their destination underneath them.

He could hear the grass bend under her feet and Allanon glanced over his shoulder.

"There, we buy horses and have some food. Then ride towards the Elvin."

Their eyes locked and Erin nodded before looking away from him and toward the town.

"Humans," she asked and Allanon nodded. "What do you mean buy?"

Allanon frowned when Erin turned her gaze back to him. He saw the frown being mimicked into her features and he quickly relaxed his face again. Annoyed that Erin mimicked everything he did. Even when he rubbed his beard, her hand went towards her chin and tried to do the same. He didn't take the time yet to explain to her it wasn't something she could keep doing.

In his mind, when arriving at the Elcryss and King Eventine, he wouldn't say Erin was an Elemental...She needed to pass as human. And Allanon hoped the trip there would give him the opportunity to teach her a few things.

When Erin got distracted by a butterfly, the Druid once again took a hold of her elbow making her look up at him.

"You're young," he stated, staring at her face and trying to read her mind.

Erin lifted up her chin but didn't break his stare.

"I am," she admitted. "But that doesn't mean I'm ... whatever you're thinking I am."

Allanon kept silent, his mind expanding towards hers...Trying to find her thoughts, her memories but a painful cold sting in his head made him take a step back. As if he bounced against an ice wall, he had to close his eyes adnOpening his eyes, Alannon finds Erin glaring at him with anger in her eyes.

"Don't you dare read my mind," her voice hollow, "it's not yours to read, it is mine!"

For a second, the air around them crisped. Allanon could feel her magic rising and a soft, white glow formed around her frame. It was then that he felt the ice radiating off her and he carefully took a step back. He wasn't afraid...though he rather be carefull with a young Elemental like Erin. He never met one, but his master told him much about them. The younger they were, the more reckless.

"Calm down, Erin," he murmured, raising his hands slowly and softening his voice. "How old are you?"

The shining ice sparkles around her slowly disappear while Erin looks at him, the anger in her eyes fading slowly and again, she mimicked Allanon by raising her hands. It confused her though, not knowing what the gesture exactly meant.

"I'm three-hundred years," she finally replies, tilting her head a bit to the left again and the movement makes Allanon smile.

It was the only movement she didn't copied from him and Allanon thought it kind of sweet when she did that. Her blue eyes scanning his features making Allanon turn away from her and looking at the village again.

"We'll buy you a cloak and some shoes too," he said, not addressing her age because it really didn't matter to him. His master somehow found Erin and decided he needed protection of some sort. Allanon was used not to question his master...

"Why?"

Allanon lifted a brow while starting to walk. He swallowed away a laugh bubbling up in his throat and did his best not to start laughing loudly.

"Well..It's kind of cold...," he started and pointed at the sky.

Dark clouds were gathering on the horizon, darkening the sky in the distance and Allanon could hear the thunders roaring. The storms passing the mountains were always the heaviest.

"Rain?" Her timid voice made Allanon glance at her again.

"Yes..."

"So?"

He stopped walking, turning a bit to her and Allanon puts his hand on her shoulder.

"Erin, you need to observe and learn," he stated but his voice wasn't unkind to her. Her big eyes look back at him and all he saw was innocence in them. And he was stuck with her so Allanon figured he might as well try to get along with her. She wasn't too chatty and obviously had great power that could help him with the Dagda Mor. . .

He couldn't help it. Allanon grinned wide and pointed at her dress. "You're wearing a white dress."

Erin looked down at her own body and nodded slowly.

"Yes," her voice monotone before looking up at him again. Confused, she shook her head. "What do you mean? You do not like white?"

Allanon let her shoulder go and smiled at her while shaking his head. "No, I like white, but the rain won't like it. Let's just hurry, Erin. With some luck we reach the village by sundown and before the storm hits us."

He started walking again, a smile on his face for the first time in years and when he glanced over his shoulder, Allanon saw Erin pulking at her dress with her fingers. Allanon's shoulders shuddered trying to contain his laughter but he tried to remain a straight face when she suddenly looked up at him.

"Try to keep up," he demanded, but his voice was less cold then when they left the cave of Druids.

Note : So, I didn't read the novels and only saw Season One of The Shannara Chronicles. I'm taking a bit of freedom with this story. It will follow Season One's storyline (mostly) but I will have to take some turns and twists into a world that I don't know very well. So, there will be places (the Valley of Kings) and other characters that are not mentioned in the series (or the books).