The New Age of Shannara
Chapter 1
The Queen of the Eternal Sky and The King of the Everlasting
Forests were both sitting softly on a patch of grass at the edge
of their sanctuaries (which has been hers since before the Four
Shannara Children restored magic to The Four Lands and defeated
Uhl Belk-The Stone King-who was the brother of the King of the
Silver River). The Queen was basking in the wonderful light that
leaked through the barrier, which separated the Land of the
Fairies and the World of Men. Her wonderfully silky Unicorn hair
was glistening in the light. Her baby blue eyes were the only
stars in the daylight domain. She wore a dress that challenged
only the length of her hair. Pearl white was all you could see
drawn upon it, but there were many distinguishing factors to it,
so many in fact that it is impossible to tell all.
HOW COULD THIS HAVE HAPPENED she thought to her self
while looking through the barrier, into the future, WHAT ARE WE-
THE FAIRIES-GOING TO DO WRONG?
The King of the Everlasting Forests was also looking through the
barrier. He was ashamed of what he saw.
ALL THIS DESTRUCTION. HOW WILL THIS HAPPEN. AND WORST STILL HOW
WILL IT END he wondered THE WORLD OF MEN IS IN CHAOS, ONCE
AGAIN, BUT THIS TIME THE EVIL ONES WOULD BE FORGIVEN OR
TOLERATED.
IT WAS NIGHT, and the rain was washing away the darkness. There
was a fog of gray forming around Varfleet. A mysterious figure
was swiftly dissipating into the black void, and emerging from
the shadows.
He pushed back his lengthy, charcoal hair. The metallic
silver highlights shined under the heavy moonlight. His navy
blue eyes, black in the darkness, were shining off the
starlight. In them all you could see was concentration. He was
looking for something. His eyes were darting from one corner of
Varfleet to the other. Then suddenly they stopped. And they
focused on one point. It seems as though he found his target. He
had one of two choices.
ONE, HE COULD GO INTO THE SHADOWS AND MAKE EVERYTHING EASY.OR
TWO, HE WAS CLOSE ENOUGH TO HIS DESTINATION THAT HE COULD WALK
THERE. BUT THEN HE WOULD RISK THE CHANCE OF BEING SEEN BY THE
GNARLS (AT ONE TIME EVIL CREATURES BORN OF MAGIC, BUT NOW THEY
HELP THE FOUR LANDS KEEP THE PEACE WITH THEIR OWN MAGIC) AND
DESTROY THEM AND DRAW EVEN MORE ATTENTION TO HIM BY THE COUNCIL.
He discarded the latter immediately.
"Better make this as clean as possible, if possible." he
whispered to himself with a faint smile on his narrow face.
So after that he dissipated into the shadows again. Then as
quickly as he went in he came out. He was right in front of his
so-called target. The building was quite miniscule. And it
looked as if one precise blow, from his Tetshiel, would be
enough to bring it down. It was also very unkempt. The sign,
reading THE DANCING ELVES, was tilting. Its shady blue color was
peeling. And it seemed as though it hasn't been in use for years
and years.
But our stranger knew better. For he had a special..........
"Ability". He had the power to see what others couldn't, what
was being hidden from him. He could see past lies and see only
the truth in things-The TrueSight. The TrueSight showed him that
the Ale (a wine beverage) House was fortified with Metallium
(the strongest metal ever-said to be able to stand the force of
a Mord Wraith). The door, which looked as if it were falling off
its hinges, had a very complicated pass code.
"What's with all the security," he whispered to himself.
He started up the dusted stairs without haste. He got to the
entrance and saw that the door might be bothersome. So he
swiftly slid the Tetshiel out of its sheath, slicing it slightly
on the edge of the sheath until it was completely out.
"This will take some technique," he said.
So then he lowered his height (just a bit) took his square-ended
sword and took it in both hands. Then he spread his legs apart.
MY R.R.K STANCE SHOULD BE ENOUGH.
Suddenly, as if wanting to draw all the attention in the world,
he screamed at the top of his lungs,
"Hytan Musuragi style
SUISANOMAKARU
As he said that he thrusted his sword toward the reinforced
door. The sword carried him to the door at such a high speed the
point of impact was almost immediately after he finished
screaming.
When the impact occurred the stranger got blind-sighted. The
smoke was so intense that it was impossible to tell whether
anyone was even there. The strangers outline was light, however,
he was still there. There was debris everywhere. There was a
long narrow crater from where the stranger started and to where
he ended.
"I better hurry and get what I came looking for. The Shadowen
should be here soon," he told himself.
As quickly as he could he went into the fort. At the far end was
what he was looking for. When he got there he couldn't move. He
just stood there in awe.
"I never knew the Sword of Shannara was so astounding," he
whispered.
The object was very sleek it had just been through restoration
not to long ago. The handle was quite new. And it looked as if
it were begging for someone to take hold of it. The blade was a
thing of beauty. It was reflecting the light that was leaking
from the room above. The mystery man saw some words engraved on
the blade with his acute eyes. He didn't have time to read what
was on the blade. As he took hold of the sword he heard
something behind him.
"We have come for you Azuka"
Chapter 1
The Queen of the Eternal Sky and The King of the Everlasting
Forests were both sitting softly on a patch of grass at the edge
of their sanctuaries (which has been hers since before the Four
Shannara Children restored magic to The Four Lands and defeated
Uhl Belk-The Stone King-who was the brother of the King of the
Silver River). The Queen was basking in the wonderful light that
leaked through the barrier, which separated the Land of the
Fairies and the World of Men. Her wonderfully silky Unicorn hair
was glistening in the light. Her baby blue eyes were the only
stars in the daylight domain. She wore a dress that challenged
only the length of her hair. Pearl white was all you could see
drawn upon it, but there were many distinguishing factors to it,
so many in fact that it is impossible to tell all.
HOW COULD THIS HAVE HAPPENED she thought to her self
while looking through the barrier, into the future, WHAT ARE WE-
THE FAIRIES-GOING TO DO WRONG?
The King of the Everlasting Forests was also looking through the
barrier. He was ashamed of what he saw.
ALL THIS DESTRUCTION. HOW WILL THIS HAPPEN. AND WORST STILL HOW
WILL IT END he wondered THE WORLD OF MEN IS IN CHAOS, ONCE
AGAIN, BUT THIS TIME THE EVIL ONES WOULD BE FORGIVEN OR
TOLERATED.
IT WAS NIGHT, and the rain was washing away the darkness. There
was a fog of gray forming around Varfleet. A mysterious figure
was swiftly dissipating into the black void, and emerging from
the shadows.
He pushed back his lengthy, charcoal hair. The metallic
silver highlights shined under the heavy moonlight. His navy
blue eyes, black in the darkness, were shining off the
starlight. In them all you could see was concentration. He was
looking for something. His eyes were darting from one corner of
Varfleet to the other. Then suddenly they stopped. And they
focused on one point. It seems as though he found his target. He
had one of two choices.
ONE, HE COULD GO INTO THE SHADOWS AND MAKE EVERYTHING EASY.OR
TWO, HE WAS CLOSE ENOUGH TO HIS DESTINATION THAT HE COULD WALK
THERE. BUT THEN HE WOULD RISK THE CHANCE OF BEING SEEN BY THE
GNARLS (AT ONE TIME EVIL CREATURES BORN OF MAGIC, BUT NOW THEY
HELP THE FOUR LANDS KEEP THE PEACE WITH THEIR OWN MAGIC) AND
DESTROY THEM AND DRAW EVEN MORE ATTENTION TO HIM BY THE COUNCIL.
He discarded the latter immediately.
"Better make this as clean as possible, if possible." he
whispered to himself with a faint smile on his narrow face.
So after that he dissipated into the shadows again. Then as
quickly as he went in he came out. He was right in front of his
so-called target. The building was quite miniscule. And it
looked as if one precise blow, from his Tetshiel, would be
enough to bring it down. It was also very unkempt. The sign,
reading THE DANCING ELVES, was tilting. Its shady blue color was
peeling. And it seemed as though it hasn't been in use for years
and years.
But our stranger knew better. For he had a special..........
"Ability". He had the power to see what others couldn't, what
was being hidden from him. He could see past lies and see only
the truth in things-The TrueSight. The TrueSight showed him that
the Ale (a wine beverage) House was fortified with Metallium
(the strongest metal ever-said to be able to stand the force of
a Mord Wraith). The door, which looked as if it were falling off
its hinges, had a very complicated pass code.
"What's with all the security," he whispered to himself.
He started up the dusted stairs without haste. He got to the
entrance and saw that the door might be bothersome. So he
swiftly slid the Tetshiel out of its sheath, slicing it slightly
on the edge of the sheath until it was completely out.
"This will take some technique," he said.
So then he lowered his height (just a bit) took his square-ended
sword and took it in both hands. Then he spread his legs apart.
MY R.R.K STANCE SHOULD BE ENOUGH.
Suddenly, as if wanting to draw all the attention in the world,
he screamed at the top of his lungs,
"Hytan Musuragi style
SUISANOMAKARU
As he said that he thrusted his sword toward the reinforced
door. The sword carried him to the door at such a high speed the
point of impact was almost immediately after he finished
screaming.
When the impact occurred the stranger got blind-sighted. The
smoke was so intense that it was impossible to tell whether
anyone was even there. The strangers outline was light, however,
he was still there. There was debris everywhere. There was a
long narrow crater from where the stranger started and to where
he ended.
"I better hurry and get what I came looking for. The Shadowen
should be here soon," he told himself.
As quickly as he could he went into the fort. At the far end was
what he was looking for. When he got there he couldn't move. He
just stood there in awe.
"I never knew the Sword of Shannara was so astounding," he
whispered.
The object was very sleek it had just been through restoration
not to long ago. The handle was quite new. And it looked as if
it were begging for someone to take hold of it. The blade was a
thing of beauty. It was reflecting the light that was leaking
from the room above. The mystery man saw some words engraved on
the blade with his acute eyes. He didn't have time to read what
was on the blade. As he took hold of the sword he heard
something behind him.
"We have come for you Azuka"