"Well, I assumed so because it looks like it's of great value. I mean, an Elder Scroll has to be worth something!"

"So what are we doing with it?"

After completing the Elder Scrolls I put my hand on my face in pain. 'Agh!' I am blinded.

I then remember what Aksel just said. I summon an orb of enchanted metal now floating. It let's me see.

I grab Aksel by the throat and squeeze until the pain is unbearable. 'How dare you even think of selling something of this spiritual value!' I squeeze harder. 'Hi ruth mahkur do draaf qaariv wah dir!' I toss Aksel, now coughing and on the edge of tears (as the pain was too much for even the greatest warrior; go mages!).

I sit down and calm down. I sigh. 'I am blind . . . forever.'

Aksel grabbed his throat. "Damn, Saurill! I wasn't gonna sell that! Especially when it blinds people! Gods, I'm not a conman. I'm not looking for--" He coughed a little blood. "I'm...not looking for power, Saurill."

He walked over, careful not to touch him. "Can we cure you?"

"Yes... There's a way. There has to be a way. There's always a fucking way!"

"Alright, Dinok, what do we do?" Aksel gripped his charm very hard.

*Dinok walks up to paarthurnax.*

"That's your plan? Oh, that's your plan? BLIND MY BROTHER!!! What good is that?"

*He grabs frea's arm.*

"Tell us how to undo it or I kill her!"

*Dinok looks worried.*

I stand up. 'Dinok. Please don't do this.' The enchanted metal orb flies over to Dinok (I see through the orb now)

I walk over and put my hand on his shoulder. 'Stop this madness. Paarthunaax had nothing to do with this. I do not want to be the cause of an innocent's death.'

"Saurill, I will get your sight back."

*Frea punches Dinok and runs over to Saurill, she opens his eyes, then proceeds to cast a strange magic into them.*

"Uh, can you see now, Sir?"

'Frea, Dinok, Aksel. You must understand. The blindness of an Elder Scroll is incurable. Only the Divines have the power to cure. And I think they are a little busy. What the Elder Scroll shared with me . . . it should me the end of all things. Of Tameriel, of Oblivion, of Sovngarde. I can still see through the Orb over there. I accept my fate. It does not matter for my death is ne--' I stop. 'Never mind.'

*Dinok lifts the scroll. He then opens it.*

"Divines! Divines show me! When will my brother die? TELL ME!"

*He falls to his knees, Paarthurnax looking upon the scene.*

'Dinok stop! It is too dangerous!' I flick my hand out. The scroll falls on the ground.

"No, Saurill, you fail to understand that I've been to aetherius, they've nothing I'm not expecting, if indeed, I do die, it's for you."