Dear Shannara fans:

We are pleased to present you with an original, never-before published
Shannara short story by Terry Brooks. Inspired by the new novel, THE
VOYAGE OF JERLE SHANNARA: ILSE WITCH, this stand-alone tale features a
classic Shannara character in an exciting adventure created
exclusively by the author for YOU his online readers.

Enjoy!

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The shade of Allanon did not answer Walker at once, but remained
silent and unresponsive, hovering like a dark cloud over the roiling
waters of the Hadeshorn, all size and blackness against the starlit
sky. Steam sprayed from the lake surface in sharp geysers, as if the
dead trapped below were seeking to catch anew the breath of life. The
moon was down, hidden behind the peaks that cupped the valley, a wary
passerby on its way towards morning. Where he knelt at the water's
edge, solitary and motionless, silence cloaked the shattered
landscape.

Walker blinked away the droplets that clung to his eyelids. In the
midst of ghosts that found blind release in the legendary Valley of
Shale, he must remember to see clearly. It occurred to him that coming
here was a mistake, that asking for help from the dead was foolish.
What help they offered was forever couched in obscure references and
double meanings, words that fostered confusion rather than
understanding. Better to know nothing than to be misled by false
interpretation. Yet whom else could he turn to besides the shade? If
even a tiny glimmering of understanding could come from their meeting
this night, he must not pass it by.

Allanon stirred within his spectral trappings, cowled head inclining
slightly towards the supplicant.

-Ask what you would of me-

Walker stared fixedly into the blackness of the cowl, into the void
that opened through it. "I have been shown a way to return the Druids
to the Four Lands, to rebuild the Council at Paranor, and to bring to
pass all that Galaphile hoped to achieve in the rebirth of
civilization so many years ago. A map of another land had disclosed
magic born out of the Old World. The magic is the key. But the way to
the magic is uncertain and marked with dangerous twists and turns. It
requires a journey to an unknown land. It requires great risk of me
and of those who will go with me. I would know more of what to
expect."

Wind brushed his face, hot and strangely dry, blown off the surface of
the Hadeshorn in a sudden gust. It caught the robes of the shade and
caused them to billow like smoke.

-If you would know the future, you would try to change it. If you
would try to change it, you would damage your soul. Do you ask me to
allow this--

"No. I ask you to better prepare me for the choices I will be asked to
make."

-You are a Druid. You cannot be better prepared than you already are-

"Then give me a reason to think that what I do is right!"

Walker heard the desperation in his voice and was displeased with it.
The shade seemed equally so. The waters over which it hovered spat and
hissed in sudden fury, boiling up like a hot kettle heated by fresh
fuel. Walker felt the familiar uncertainty, the unease of speaking
with the dead, of confronting one who even in life had been so much
more capable than he, of one who had known no equal and experienced no
defeat.

-Take the map and follow it. Follow it as you would a thread unraveled
from a cloak of darkness. Wind it about your finger and when you reach
its end, weave it back together once more. You will know what to do-

It was an unsatisfying response that told Walker nothing, and in a mix
of disappointment and frustration he came to his feet.

"What am I to do with the magic I seek, once it is found?" The
Hadeshorn hissed anew, but he ignored it. His voice tightened. "Yours
is the collective knowledge of all the Druids. You must know of the
magic's potential, of its power. It can destroy everything regained if
it is not used well.

-Everything-

"Then tell me how to prevent that from happening! Am I to take
everything I find - all of it? What part am I to give to the races?
What should be held back and what put to use? I can't see far enough
into the future to comprehend the answers!"

A booming cough shook the ground beneath his feet, and a growl rose
from within the earth.

-A shade has no right to tell the living what they need. Only the
living can make that decision. You must make it for all, because that
is what you are given to do. On your shoulders hangs the mantle of
responsibility for those with lesser insight, courage, and vision.
Druids are charged with no less, Walker. Be what you have been given
to be-

Walker shook his head in dismay. "I am not what you say - not smarter
or braver or more insightful. I have never been that. I am simply the
bearer of a blood trust bestowed on Brin Ohmsford long before I was
born, a trust I carry not because I want to, but because I must and
because by doing so I might one day see a time when there is no
further need for Druids!"

He leaned towards the dark shape, his voice building. "I am no better
than those I seek to help. I am a poor answer to their difficult
questions. What are you, then? Where is the vaunted Druid power that
should give me the insights and understandings I lack? Where is that
power, but buried in the pit from which you rise to taunt me! If I am
to be the way, then show me something of the path!"

Lightning crackled before him, streaking down into the Hadeshorn from
the heavens. It was followed by a thunderclap of such fury that he
could feel it reverberated in the air about him. He stepped back from
the brilliance and the sound, shielding his face. In the aftermath,
everything went completely black, and he was suddenly alone, stranded
in an inky void.

He could feel the shade of Allanon draw close to him then. He could
heard the hiss of his anger.

-You travel to secure a treasure, Dark Uncle. You journey to fulfill a
dream. What you accomplish will cost you and those with you. For some,
it will cost everything. Lives will be lost and dreams shattered. None
of those who return will be the same again. Ever-

A slow hissing began to build from somewhere within the invisible
black that shrouded them. It came from everywhere at once, slow and
steady and terrifying.

-Of the things you seek, you shall find them all. Of what you would
know, only some will be revealed. Of what you retrieve, nothing will
you take away. The future is fluid and ever changing, and so it will
be be here. Give yourself over to it. If you would accomplish what you
most desire, let go of what most weighs you down. Recognize when you
have exceeded your reach. Give heed to what is meant to be and do not
question or regret or try to subvert it-

From a collage of images that formed in his mind, Walker caught a
glimpse of what he was being told yet the particulars remained just
out of reach. He shook his head in confusion.

-One dream, Walker, of those you embrace, is all you are allowed.

The rest, you must release-

Allanon's voice was a dark, sad hiss of warning. Walker caught the
inflection and the tone. "Which dream?" he whispered. "Which one?"

But when the suffocating void fell away and the night sky reappeared
overhead, the Hadeshorn lay before him as still and empty as dark
glass clouded by smoke, and he was alone.




[The Shannara online short story by Terry Brooks, Copyright(c) 2000 by
Terry Brooks. The Shannara online short story is posted by permission of
Ballantine, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No
part of this short story may be reproduced or reprinted without
permission in writing from the publisher.]


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