Knowledge shall lead the...

[Anastasia]

Both of your children listen carefully, watching you.

[Corwin]

"It happened again. Once more, I saw a future where things were bad. So I'm telling you now, and I need you to tell your mother."

Seira gestures with her left hand, and an image of a sacked Cauldron appears hovering above it. "Our worst fears, realized," she says quietly, before her voice rises. Another gesture, and the celebrations of the Cauldron as Amaryl ascends are shown to her right. "Our hopes and dreams, made true. And it's up to you girls to help us get there, where everyone is safe and happy and working hard to make that a reality for as many others as we can."

[Anastasia]

Xera sniffles at that first image, open fear on her face.

Emily nods at that, "Okay, Mommy. I'll tell Mommy Amaryl!"

[Corwin]

"We have to serve as a guiding light for all, and we must stand against Shar," Seira tells the two, letting the illusions disperse as she comes closer to put her arms around the pair. "But we must do it right. You can't rush out to fight before you're ready. Travel with others for safety, theirs and your own. Retreat if you need to, because you're not the only one in danger if you get in too deep. Always, always share your troubles with your family and close friends, because we're all stronger together and because talking things out brings out a better outcome. I know it seems hard, but you have to remember all this, and make sure everyone in the family understands. Alright, Emily? Can I count on you to do that and look after your sister? And Xera, don't let fear hold you back. Remember what is at stake when you grow up, and you will grow strong."

[Anastasia]

"Okay!" "Right Mommy!" Both chorus back at you.

[Corwin]

Seira just holds them closer to her. Whether Donald is right or not, they're her beloved girls and she can only hope for their success, be it in some strange reality or going back home with her to meet their older selves.

[Anastasia]

Both hug you tight as Ranbar smiles and Donald waits. Nothing happens from their promise, at least that you can tell.

[Corwin]

That would've been dramatic but is hardly required. Her control over the Cauldron places all of them at the entrance, Seira holding her daughters quite easily. The realm is one thing, but she's curious about the replica of the Silver Sea....

[Anastasia]

You check the book as you see the silent serenity of the Silver Sea. It shows an image of it, beautiful as always.

"Oooh, are we going silver swimming," Emily perks up. "Brain swimming!"

[Corwin]

"Sure, in a bit," Seira agrees. She might as well check the book first, though!

Incidentally, does it keep on opening to different pages each time? How many pages remain unseen from the total?

[Anastasia]

You'd say there's hundreds of blank pages still, as yet another new page is opened up. This time you see an image of the entrance of the Cauldron, just as you'd expect.

[Corwin]

Seira takes a look. If things still look gloomy, she'll see about trying something new.

[Anastasia]

It shows devastation, destruction. Nothing but ruin...nothing but...Amaryl?

She's bloodied all over and slumps forward, before going to sit at the edge of the Cauldron. "...I'm sorry, Seira..." she breathes. "It's my fault. I should have been stronger."

[Corwin]

"It's no one's fault," Seira voices. None of them would ever do harm to the Cauldron or its inhabitants, after all.

[Anastasia]

Amaryl's eyes are squeezed tightly shut as Emily looks on worry, "Mommy," she cries, but it is in vain.

Instead, a hand is laid on Amaryl's shoulder. A beautiful woman clad in a gown of nothing and night, as if the night sky shorn of stars.

Seira is with me now. They all are. It's time to rest, Amaryl.

"...I'm so tired. There's no point to any of this." Amaryl's voice is empty, like a dead echo.

You tried, but the truth is you were never enough. You were Seira's great mistake.

A shuddering, shivering sniffle at that. Shar puts her arms around Amaryl and she begins to turn translucent, as if a phantasm fading away. In her arms Amaryl is gone to the last, and moments later the Cauldron within the images follows. All that is left is emptiness, of nothingness and void.