[Iliad]

Rhys slept fitfully through the night, each drop of water from stalagmites, each heavy breath or motion of the dragon causing him the stir, but some times around what he could only guess to be morning finally his body simply refused to give in to fear anymore, and the knight fell in to a heavy sleep, laden with strange meaningless dreams that almost all served to lull him further in to sleep, untill finally one coherent dream came to him. There he was, a proud and shining knight in his bright gilded armor, standing before the lord commander of the knights order, the hall was of white marble and sun light streamed through the windows, it was all as it ought to be as he walked down the long procession of saluting knights in their brilliant armor. Untill finally he stood before the knight commander, ready to accept whatever honor was to be placed on him, but the floor fell out from beneath him, and the roar of a dragon defened everything as he fell in to darkness and the sound of a dragons roar and beat of wings woke him from sleep with a cry of distress.
Heart pounding in his chest, and faced with the creature of his dream, Rhys held his sword in his hand before he even was aware he had reached for it and he was awake and not in a dream.
Slowly though he began to realize as he held the silver beast gaze that no harm had yet befallen him and the nights memories returned to him, he slowly lowered his sword and turned aside his gaze.
"I would say good morning, but in this darkness I couldnt say the hour..." He remarked, feeling sore from his night of tossing and turning and truely unsure of the time.