Dragonborn x Serana bloodlove

Chapter 12

    It seemed to Beloniil as if the journey would be taking them to secunda and back, before he and Serana finally arrived at Fort Dawnguard, but something was off again with Serana.

    "You look, hungry . . . Again." Beloniil said raising an eyebrow.

    "Apprehensive, albeit that is normally how I look when Molag's curse has me feasting on the blood of an innocent, ergo, I look hungry." Serana said as they entered.

    "Well, if there is anything-"

    "Alright! Enough talking! We have the scroll, we have the priest!" Isran said seeing the enter.

    "Such a patient man he is." Serana muttered.

    Beloniil held down a chuckle. All eyes suddenly seemed to be on the moth priest in the center.

    "Dexicon? Are you ready?" Beloniil asked, suddenly feeling how apprehensive Serana must be.

    "There is never truly 'ready' when it comes to reading a Kel as the dragon would so put it." Dexicon said softly holding his hands out.

    Beloniil knew that despite their durability, delicacy was needed in this situation. Dexicon began to back into a wall so no one would be hit with the dangers of such power.

    "Hm." he said softly closing his eyes. "Hmmmmmmm."

    He made such a soft hum as if singing, Beloniil understood this must be a form of magic, sound after all was one of the key forms of ancient magic, such as the thu'um.

    "Now," Dexicon said finally opening the scroll as well as his eyes. "oh, oh my, I see . . . I see a bow. Akatosh, no, no."

    "What is it?" Beloniil asked.

    "Partial bits," Dexicon muttered his eyes skirting fast. "not Akatosh, Auriel, as elves would see him, Falmer, blood of the falmer? No, blood of . . . The daughters of Cold Harbour, when used with the . . . With the bow of Auriel, even the dragon will be blinded of Mundus . . . No, Magnus."

    "That's the prophecy," Serana whispered. "those are the words that drove my father into insanity."

    "Where is this bow?" Isran asked.

    "The prophecy," Dexicon gasped before putting the scroll down. "is incomplete."

    "What?!" Beloniil said yanking up the elder scroll only to be hit with an all too familiar flash of painful visions. "Agh!"

    "Sir! The prophecy needs . . . Other scrolls, it speaks of one you already have seen, it . . . Remembers you." Dexicon said collapsing in a chair to spare his headache.

    "Well than what are we waiting for?! I'll go get it!" Beloniil said remember sharply where he left it.

    "No! No. Not enough, we need the 3rd scroll, but . . . I could not see it. I saw death, only death can enter." Dexicon said. "I must rest."

    "A 3rd scroll . . . Well why didn't you just say so?!" Isran said suddenly throwing a nearby chair to the side. "We've got elder scrolls GALORE here!!!"

    "Mind yourself Isran, you of all people are smarter than that." Gunmar said warningly.

    Isran took several puff of breath before retiring.

    "Well this is a mess, huh Serana? . . . Serana?" Beloniil said turning to see an even bigger look of apprehension. "Well? What's wrong."

    "I might have an idea where the 3rd scroll is." Serana said sheepishly.