As exhausted as she was, and as easy as it was to fall asleep, Elle's mind remained painfully active. She had the same nightmare she had had the night before, the one with the faceless warrior and the black dragon. However, instead of the dream shifting to the mountaintop like it had originally, she found herself in the crypt again, standing in front of the dragon shrine. This time, all the symbols were glowing, golden tendrils of light swirling around the room, the same war cry filling the air. Her gaze was glued to the shrine unblinking, the brightness burning her eyes and causing tears to stream down her face. The golden threads of light suddenly started weaving together, creating some sort of shape until she could see that it was a dragon. 

It was smaller and less frightening than the black one from the Helgen attack, something in its eye that was neither malevolent nor kind. Elle wasn't afraid of this one, partly because its form was made of light and not tangible in anyway, but also because there was a certain degree of familiarity that confused her. The dragon's form started to shift and contort, turning into a single beam of light that shot straight for her, striking her square in the chest and filling her entire being with warmth. She felt a rush of adrenaline, like she could lift an entire mountain and hurl it into the sea. 

However, she didn't get to enjoy the feeling long, because the sound of rock cracking and smashing to the ground caused her to whirl around to see what caused the ceiling to cave. The black dragon with bloodshot eyes had crashed into the cavern, hurtling straight for her. Elle yelped as a giant dark claw slammed her down and pinned her to the floor, the beast's face looming over hers with a growl rumbling in its throat. She wanted to shut her eyes and try to get away, but she was petrified, staring wide eyed and opened mouthed at the dragon. It started to speak in its natural tongue, fangs bared in a snarl as it did so. The words seemed to be drawing the very soul from her body, sucking the breath from her lungs and dragging the light from her eyes, the golden dragon taking shape again. 

The black wyvern attacked the gold, and the two grappled and shouted, fighting tooth and claw and bringing the entire cavern down around them as they did so. She watched in horror as the creatures battled with intense ferocity that was both appalling and frightening. Helplessly rooted to the spot, she could only look on as the two tried to tear each other apart in desperation, but neither seemed to be able to get the better of the other. Suddenly, they both stopped, the golden dragon looking her dead in the eye and saying in a voice that sounded eerily like her own, [color=98F5FF]"Vopraan vok, Eilonwy."[/color]

The Breton's eyes snapped open as she sat up abruptly, exhaling sharply and looking around the room, only to find herself still inside her room. She sighed with relief and fell back on the pillow, staring at the ceiling for a moment. There was a grey dawn bleeding through the window, and she knew she wasn't going to be able to fall back to sleep, so she reluctantly sat up and rubbed her eyes with a yawn, then swung her feet over the side of the bed and pulled on her boots. She stood and walked over to the wash basin, splashing water on her face and drying it with a towel to banish the lingering grogginess, pushing the dream as far from her mind as possible. It was still early, judging by the amount of light outside, so she was in no hurry to gather her belongings and walk out into the main part of the inn.