Night had fallen and we had stopped to make camp in small forest clearing. I had no idea how far we had traveled or how much further we had to go. I dared not asked. I felt small and stupid next to Druid who told me all that had happened due to my pencil happy phase yesterday as we rode on.

"Shea Ohmsford has fallen in love with Rue Meridian, a woman who is not to be born for al least a thousand years. Together they are going to have a son, Brona. Just what possessed you to write this?" He had asked. I felt my wheels turn trying to answer him, but all that came out was, "Good plot twist?"

He gave a disgusted sound and continued talking.

"Stories are mixed people are dying and being reborn, old, evil wounds are being reopened. To the North the Shadowen gather, Rimmer Dal, and evil that is suppose to be fought generations from now is gathering strength and none of the Shannara house has the power to fight them all."

"Yes they do, Brom has the power," I said softly and the he pulled on the reigns, causing the horse to lurched to a halt and the druid twisted in his saddle, his eyes burning and hard.

"Brom? You dare speak of hope in Brom Boh Ohmsford?"

"Yes, " I said a little stronger, "He is the son of Walker Boh and Quickening, he has awesome powers. Real magic! Not like the wish song or-"

"Real magic you never gave him!" The druid snapped cutting my words, "it may be in your head, Arch-Scribe, but you never wrote it! Therefore it doesn't exist. Brom Ohmsford has no awesome power, he has no magic. He is as weak and pathetic as a shivering silver rabbit minutes after birth,"

I opened my mouth and closed it several times, but I could not answer. What he said was true. I had only gotten to where Brom was born in my fan fiction, I never wrote about his childhood or youth where he inherited his powers. Therefore I never described them and he had none now. My stomach took an awful twist and before Allanon could make the horse begin its pace again, I slid off and landed on my hands and knees, retching in the grass. Hot tears burned down my cheeks as my chest heaved. I had killed, I had done great evil, And now, no one could save them.

A heard the soft trample of grass and two large hands tenderly grabbed my shoulders, helping me into a sitting position. I Must have been an awful sight, but he said nothing.

Allanon petted my hair and looked into my eyes, they were not cutting or full of hate, but gentle and full of pity.

"You really had no idea what you were doing," He said softly and I nodded too weak to answer. He sighed and shook his head standing. "King Jerle will be quite surprised. We were expecting a source of evil, one made these changes to sway history and kill those that would stand in the dark's way, but you-" He looked down at me, "you're just a girl. A foolish girl who had no idea the power behind her words,"

My cheeks burned, but what he said was true. He bent down and helped me to my feet and then onto the horse.

"come on Meia Arch-Scribe, this day still has much traveling and who knows what the end will bring," He said and mounted behind me. Weak and head spinning , I quickly fell asleep.

There would be no quick sleep in the camp site tonight though. I had never ridden a horse for five minutes let alone all day. My muscles screamed in stiff agony as I tried to relax on the ground next to the fire. No luck.

Allanon sat across the fire, leaning against a tree, with his eyes half shut, cowl down. I studies his face in the red glow of the flames.

His face was lean and craggy with lank hair that gleamed black/ A likewise rough beard covered his chin and thin mouth. I frowned, trying to figure out why it was now I could observe him so boldly.

Simple, I thought, his eyes are shut.

I shuddered, those eyes had a spell all their own. When they were on me I felt like a caged animal in a predator's stare. I had never seen anyone with eyes like his.

I tried lay back down when those eyes snapped open. I blushed as I was caught with the full intensity of his stare, but it was not me he was surprised by.

"What are you doing here?" He asked and I turned to see a shadow in the trees.