"Brooks, Terry - Heritage 01 - The Scions of Shannara" - читать интересную книгу автора (Brooks Terry)

he still didn't know why.

The dreams occurred with a frequency that was unsettling.
They always began with a black-cloaked figure that rose from a
lake, a figure that might be Allanon, a lake that might be the
Hadeshom. There was a shimmering of images in his dreams,
an ethereal quality to the visions that made them difficult to
decipher. The figure always spoke to him, always with the same
words. "Come to me; you are needed. The Four Lands are in
gravest danger; the magic is almost lost. Come now, Shannara
child."

There was more, although the rest varied. Sometimes there
were images of a world born of some unspeakable nightmare.

The Scions of Shannara 13

Sometimes there were images of the lost talismansЧthe Sword
of Shannara and the Elf stones. Sometimes there was a call for
Wren as well, little Wren, and sometimes a call for his uncle
Walker Boh. They were to come as well. They were needed,
too.

He had decided quite deliberately after the first night that the
dreams were a side effect of his prolonged use of the wishsong.
He sang the old stories of the Warlock Lord and the Skull Bear-
ers, of Demons and Mord Wraiths, of Allanon and a world
threatened by evil, and it was natural that something of those
stories and their images would carry over into his sleep. He had
tried to combat the effect by using the wishsong on lighter tell-
ings, but it hadn't helped. The dreams persisted. He had re-
frained from telling cole, who would have simply used that as
a new excuse to advise him to stop invoking the magic of the
wishsong and return to the Vale.

Then, three nights ago, the dreams had stopped coming as
suddenly as they had started. Now he was wondering why. He
was wondering if perhaps he had mistaken their origin. He was
considering the possibility that instead of being self-induced,
they might have been sent.

But who would have sent them?

Allanon? Truly Allanon, who was three hundred years dead?

Someone else?

Something else? Something that had a reason of its own and
meant him no good?