He sighed heavily once again before muttering something about stubborn humans, and he too went off to sleep. The whole time he had his eye on the girl. When he slept he dreamed about the sea and the desert. How he longed to go there and not worry about this damned war. He much preferred the only time he would have to fight for anything would be for his food or to protect his cave. That is when the dream changed, his ocean ran red with blood and his desert became a waist land wear nothing could live there, not even a dragon and his cave was no more. Through the dream he had flashes of faces he had never met before, of people he would never meet. Then it changed again it seemed calmer, happier. Till he saw that the land he thought was the desert was covered in snow and the ocean was frozen over.<br/><br/>His breathing picked up, and great rasping breathes resonated through the cavern. His dream showed an icy hand, larger then the largest dragons hand reaching towards him and started to take a choke hold on his neck. Great shivers coursed through his body vibrating the rocks around him. He found it harder and harder to breath till he let out a loud roar and leaped up.<br/><br/>He was back in the cavern, he was standing, and he was shivering. That was the worst of them all. a dragon shivering could go into a coma at any time he had to warm up. He had to.... he shook his head several time trying to shake himself out of the freeze coma he was about to go into. All he could see in front of him was one image, the female fighter, but some thing was off.