Skull Bearers (Shannara) - Role in The Series - The Sword of Shannara

The Sword of Shannara

500 years later, the Skull Bearers returned along with the Warlock Lord. One almost found Flick, but Allanon saved him:

...the sky was suddenly blotted out by something huge and black that floated overhead and then passed from sight. A moment later it passed again, circling slowly without seeming to move, its shadow flanging ominously above the two hidden travelers as if preparing to fall upon them. A sudden feeling of terror raced through Flick's mind, trapping it in an iron web as it strained to flee the fearful madness penetrating inward. Something seemed to be reaching downward into his chest, slowly squeezing the air from his lungs, and he found himself gasping for breath. A vision passed sharply before him of a black image laced with red, of clawed hands and giant wings, of a thing so evil that its very existence threatened his frail life. For an instant the young man thought he would scream, but the hand of the stranger gripped his shoulder tightly, pulling him back from the precipice. Just as suddenly as it had appeared, the giant shadow was gone and the peaceful sky of the patched night was all that remained.

Several of them were sent to hunt Shea Ohmsford and Allanon, but they were unable to kill the heroes, despite one finding Shea and Flick alone (dawn came, and it had to leave) and another took Allanon by surprise in the furnace of Paranor. Yet another attacked Keltset, Panamon Creel and Shea in the fields of Streleheim. A third flew over Tyrsis on the final day of the battle, but it was killed, along with the rest of the Skull Bearers, when Brona fell to Shea and the Sword of Shannara.

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