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[Shannara] In the folds of memory [33/33]


The Epilogue of Sour.

The brown-haired man watched the horizon from the trenches on the city walls of Leah. He stared at a point further south with nostalgia and pain. The light wind was ruffling up the i did not want to cut hair, with an angry gesture of his hand absentmindedly moved them to the side and sighed.
Menion Leah watched him from afar with his wife.
- It is not homesick. It 's something more. - She said, while the red hair danced around her face despite her best efforts to keep them in order.
- Do you know anything of that. - Reflected her husband watching her.
- My city was destroyed. But now I have a new one. - Smiled slyly. - And I can reign! -
- So that was your plan! - Laughed.
remained close for a few moments in silence, happy to be still alive and together.
- Go talk to him. - Shirl said, then began to descend the stairs.
Menion approached the young man slowly, watching his city teeming with life.
- Men's Callahorn. - Addressed him when he was near.
- Majesty. - He put the other without taking his eyes from the landscape to which they were intertwined.
- My wife is worried about you. -
- I'll regret. It was not my intention ... -
- Forget it. E 'task of women worry about anyone else. If it were not for them we would be all dead. -
- Yeah. -
- What does not leave you in peace? -
- So many thoughts. I hate to as I have dealt with the half-breeds. - Despite the disappointment he could not do without the last word with a harsh tone.
- Allanon would say that with your arrogance, you gave her a reason to prove his worth. -
- Allanon would have said "At the right time you will know what was your part in his life." - The monkey.
Menion could not help but laugh. - More or less. -
- And then ... - The other remained silent, waiting for the real reason for the sadness of Sour was revealed. - I left a friend's death. - The memory of
Brenna never leaves him alone.
- Brenna decided his life. - Menion said. - Sour, you did what you felt right, you did one of the hardest things you can imagine, you have sacrificed the life of a friend to save the lives of thousands of strangers. - Sour
no reply, uncertain about how to see the issue. With a deep sigh
Menion continued. - Now you tell when a dwarf died to save my life and the lives of thousands of strangers ... - The end of


Garve

The gnome was tired, the trip was long and heavy, especially for him, back dall'amputazione the left arm. He knew that there was not much to do, the venom of the beasts had made him incurable and the druid had proceeded with the removal of the limb useless now. Garve was not able to explain why sometimes I still feel like a part of himself, he seemed to be able to move my fingers.
He stopped in front of a house Varfleet was not sure it was the right one.
"The only way to know is knocking." He said walking the few steps that the distance from the door.
It was a grim-looking young man that was to open the door.
- Gnomes are not welcome in this house. - Pushed him away abruptly.
- Wait! I have a message for Madonna Mailin ... - Garve cried while the other closed the door on him.
- There is only one man who called my mother so. - Said the young man.
- Allanon, right? -
The young man stepped aside and let him go, then led him into a back room where a woman was making bread.
- Madonna Mailin? - Called the gnome.
- What is a gnome in my kitchen? - She asked without taking his eyes from mixing.
- My name and I come from Garve Allanon. -
- You will be tired, sit down and talk. - Mailin continued to massage the dough with bread energy. The boy was coming, but Garve called him clearing his voice.
- Allanon sent me in his place, I had to get Varfleet and he asked me this favor. -
- How did you lose your arm? - The boy asked, visibly concerned.
- Fighting. It 'was my sacrifice. -
- Col druid? -
Garve nodded, particularly did not like talking about it, it was still too soon.
- there it went well. - Mailin said.
There was a moment of silence then the gnome pulled out a sword wrapped in cloth and handed it to the boy. He hesitated while her mother pretended not to see it.
- Leian asked me to give it to you. - He was the druid to report to the desire of the girl and if he felt she could refuse a thing so small.
The boy broke the knot and dipanò the dirty material to expose the blade of the sword that belonged to his father.
- When he found it to Istrate thought it was the least he could do for you after all your help. -
- It 's been a nice gesture. - Said Mailin shaping the loaves.
Garve got up and walked towards the door, he had done his duty, but the boy stopped him. - What will you do now? -
- I will return to lead expeditions nell'Anar Superior when the waters have calmed down and trade resume. -
- I can work with you? - The Epilogue


Nur

Shadow Valley was always similar to itself, never a radical change, the houses kept in order, the immutable and always the same people generations after generations.
For this visit the enormous Troll Mountains to the inn he made a clamor that the man in question as annoying as the buzzing of a mosquito. Flick was therefore quite surprised when it's you appeared before him one afternoon when dozing in a chair in the local desert.
- You Ohmsford Flick? - Asked politely.
- Yes. With whom I have the pleasure of speaking? - Flick had risen and sought a chair strong enough to support a troll full of armor. Nur smiled and sat on a bench in solving the problem.
- Allanon told me about you. Have you grown Leian. -
- Yeah. -
- You did a good job. -
Flick did not answer and tried to change the subject and at the same time to support the eye of the troll. So it was that he noticed a deep cut that disfigured his face leathery. - How are you are procured? -
- Fighting alongside Leian and Allanon against beasts. I sacrificed my right eye to see better luck from the left. - He laughed, a laugh that echoed in the empty room to improve the mood of the man Valley, if only for a moment.
- How did you get here? It 's a bit far from the North. - Said, pouring two beers.
- not what you think. - Considered. - I have one last task. - He explained.
- by Allanon? - The man asked caustically.
- by Leian. There's a girl in this war has lost both parents ... -
- will not be the only one. - Replied defensively.
- Leian He lost when he found it. He thought it would be safer here than in any other part. -
- I do not think so, you Leian is wrong. I can not ... - He could not finish the sentence interrupted to effect the entry of a child lost from the air. And
Flick saw the same expression on his face he had seen Lost in Leian the first time they met, the same request of affection and protection. And he knew that would not have refused.
Nur smiled in the shadows.


The Epilogue of Allanon

Allanon was exhausted, had weakened the fight than he expected. But there were things he could not postpone. He went to the shore of Hades and pin his arms outstretched.
After a while a strong wind rose in the valley and the water began to swirl, and anguished voices shouting all their despair.
Then from the center of the lake revealed a solitary figure, unreal and transparent approached the druid. Around them two there was silence while the rest of the valley seemed to infuriate a storm of lost souls.
- Father. - Allanon murmured.
- Tell me. -
- I have done my duty, Abaddon was sealed to other eras. -
- You have done what was your duty. -
- At what price? -
- Your energy will return through the sleep of the Druids. -
Allanon not answered.
- You still have a job, return the stones and place them Istrate under another spell of protection. -
- I want to protect Paranor. -
- It can not, so it should be done. You have to break away from them. All have sacrificed something, so should you. -
- But I have already sacrificed some, I sacrificed what was a daughter to me! - He shouted as it seemed that the fury of Hades ammutolisse pin opposite to that of Allanon.
- This was done Allanon. And you have not sacrificed. As long as you feel you have the stones with his life in your hands. -
- I made a trip that led to death. -
- Creatures of the Word does not die, they return to him. And his trip to the Four Lands was happy. Because you have made that. You could treat her coldly and considering it only as a means to achieve your goals. Instead you have done more and I will never recognize anyone. You gave her the warmth of a family with Flick and Sarajevo, and all others who helped you brought up, you gave the knowledge Garve, Nur Adael and the support they needed in time of need, Brennan and the Sour have allowed us to understand that it could collide with the strongest and win; Dreiden gave her love. None of this was written but you've allowed. He had a life better than ours. Now its time to let go forever. -
spectrum disappeared and after him also the fury of the lake subsided.
Allanon rested sitting on a sharp rock, then, when he was sure that his strength would permit, he climbed out of the valley heedless of the wounds that caused him the sharp stones in his hands. On top of you turned to the east waiting for the first rays of the rising sun. When they shot him, took out the stones and looked in sparkling orange light in the morning. Seems to smile. He must be very tired.
- Goodbye Leian. -

"The strength of the people of the Four Lands, which have preserved the dark chasms that could fall. A
Leian, Adael, Brenna and Dreiden, because their spirits protect what they have helped save. "
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I dedicate this long history of Alberto who, despite being completely fasting Shannara saga, read it all for me and eventually said: "You are too psychological for the fantasy" Thank you so much.


*** After this long, long longfic. Publicly thank drk_cookie for having followed throughout, showing great courage and DALiM that one day he said "When you read over and comment." Now what do we do?
The script is passed the state exam, Wednesday and Thursday I expect the practical tests. You can not imagine how he is rejoicing at the thought.