Everyone had gathered into the main hall to hear Vitruvius' reading. The old lorekeeper had declared himself as ready as he was going to get, and they were eager to hear what the Scroll had to say. Lucy had taken Emmet's hand, gripping it tightly in her excitement. Emmet couldn't keep the ecstatic grin off his face.

"Is this everyone?" Vitruvius asked, glancing around the hall.

"Everyone but Lenny and Ken," Bruce answered. "You can go ahead."

"Alright." He pulled open the scroll, wincing as if suddenly faced by a bright light. "I see a vision before me, an image of a great bow, golden and glowing- I believe it may be Auriel's Bow." Sirius couldn't stop the sharp gasp that escaped him. "Now a voice whispers, saying 'among the night's children, a dread lord will rise. In an age of strife, when dragons return to the realm of men, darkness will mingle with light and the night and day will be as one. The voice fades, and the words begin to shimmer and distort."

"That were short," Iron-Tail murmured.

"Wait, there's more here. The secret of the bow's power is written elsewhere. I think there's more to the prophecy, recorded in other scrolls. Yes, I see them now… One contains the ancient secrets of the dragons, and the other speaks of the potency of ancient blood." Vitruvius frowned then.

"What's wrong?" Mayhem asked.

"…I can't see."

"It's not showing you anything more?" Penn pressed.

"No, I mean I can't see. Not the Scroll, not any of you, nothing."

Watevra put a hand on his arm. "Maybe I can help-"

"No," he cut her off, and patted her hand. "No, dear, I don't think you can. This isn't a natural ailment, after all."

"You think it's from reading the Scroll?"

"It is one of the most common side effects. I'll just have to let it run its course, if it ever will."

"Are you saying you might never see again?"

"A sacrifice I'm willing to make. Emmet."

"Yes?" the Dragonborn asked, somewhat startled by the sudden calling of his name.

"The Scroll you have with you, I believe it may very well be one of the other two mentioned."

"Makes sense, if it's the one he needs to face Alduin," Lucy agreed.

"But how are you going to read it if you can't see?" Emmet asked.

"I'm not," came the simple answer. "Sirius is."

"Wait, what?!" the ex-Thalmor yelped. "What do you mean I am?!" He glowered at the amused smile on the old man's face.

"I mean I know of another method of reading the Scrolls."

"Why didn't you mention that in the first place?"

"Because it's several days' travel to the west, and I was unaware of there being two other Scrolls related to this prophecy until I read this Scroll. You'll need to retrieve the third Scroll, and head to the Ancestor Glade to read all three there."

Sirius grumbled to himself, massaging his temples. "Fine. What's this 'other method'?"

"It has a lot to do with why the Moth Priests are called the Moth Priests."

Sirius' anger faded away, replaced by curiosity. "You're talking about the Ancestor Moths, aren't you?"

"I am," Vitruvius agreed. "You seem familiar with the ritual already."

"As familiar as I can be through reading texts about the practice," the elf admitted. "I know that if there are enough of the moths present, one who's had the training can tap into their second sight to read the Scrolls with little risk. You know where there's an Ancestor Glade, don't you?"

Vitruvius gave a warm smile in his direction. "And that is exactly why I think you should be the one to read them. Yes, I happened upon one here in Skyrim while I was searching for Sky Haven Temple. It's along the mountain range southwest of Helgen."

"I see," Sirius murmured. "But there's still the problem of finding that third Scroll."

"I can help with that," Balthazar piped up. "My mother was searching for another Scroll at the time I was sealed away with that one. She may very well know where another is, if not actually have it in her possession."

"Where is she?" Emmet asked.

"…That's the only problem," the vampire admitted. "I don't know. She fled the castle, and that's all I was able to find out."

"Surely she left a hint?" Mayhem prompted.

"The last time I saw her, she said she would go somewhere safe… somewhere my father would never search for her. Other than that, she wouldn't tell me anything. But the way she said it… 'Someplace he would never search'. It was cryptic, yet she called attention to it. But I can't imagine a single place my father would avoid looking. And he's had all this time, too."

Sirius looked thoughtful. "How big is this castle of yours?"

"Quite large, it covers the entire island. Why?"

"Oftentimes the best place to hide is right under the nose of the one who's searching for you." He smirked. "With that much space… What if she never actually left?"

"Oh," Balthazar gasped, eyes wide as an idea came to him. "You may be on to something. We should go and have a look, hopefully she left other clues."

"You think that will give us time to deal with Alduin?" Lucy asked. "After all, Emmet needs his Scroll too."

"I should think so," Balthazar said. "It's three days' travel to Castle Volkihar from here, and then there's no telling how long it will take to find my mother. It may well be a week before we make it to the Ancestor Glade, if not longer."

"We can meet you there, then," Lucy suggested.

'I'll be going with you,' the Knight signed, surprising her.

"Are you sure about this?"

'Of course. I've been giving it thought for some time. Besides, there is an old friend I would like to say hello to again.'

"Aye, and I be comin' with ye too."

"And me!" Kitty chirped.

Emmet turned his attention to Benny. "And you?" he asked hopefully.

"Nah," the Prince said. "I've had my fill of saving the day. Besides, the Divines kind of ganged up on me and made me agree not to interfere. It's your turn to be the hero."

Emmet chewed his lip, then hugged Benny. "Will I see you again when this is over…?"

"Of course!" Benny agreed, hugging him back. "You're my friend now, you won't be rid of me that easily." Emmet laughed. "Good luck out there."