Desperate to help his brother, before every chance was gone, Par impulsively jammed the Sword of Shannara into the earth before him. He reached to take hold of Coll’s hands and fastened Coll’s chill, shaking fingers around the pommel of the Sword, holding them there with his own. Please let the magic come, begged Par.
Light flared down the length of the Sword’s smooth blade. Fire followed. Parmfelt it extend and weave, drawing him out of himself and into the talisman, there to find Coll waiting, there to join the brothers as one.
The Sword of Shannara. The magic of the Sword. Listen to the truth.
Coll reared back and screamed then - and his hands wrenched free of the Sword……..