So, yaaaaaaah. Chapter, oh boy! Sorry about that last cliffhanger. :) And now, a poem to all you amazing people:

I'm a little author, called Beyond,

And of Cliffhangers I am rather fond.

Anyone who reads my fics, know that much,

And they hate it and love it all and such.

Sorry, that was really awkward. :D Shout-outs:

xFaerieValkyriex: I've never dislocated or broken any of my bones before, and for that, I am thankful. Well, I guess I might. I mean, I'm only in my early teen years between ten and fifteen. :D

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I must have fallen asleep, because when I woke up next, it was dark.

My wound burned, my head pounded, and my arm throbbed, but somehow, I still managed to push myself into a sitting position, looking out the mouth of the cave. Stormfly and Spiritflash were curled up near the entrance and exit, keeping us protected from any Outcasts who tried to (quite foolishly) take us down.

"Hiccup?" said the voice of Astrid. "Are you awake?"

"Uh-huh," I replied. I turned in the direction from whence her voice emanated just as the girl stood up and approached me, sinking to the ground on my left.

"You were asleep for hours," said Astrid. "Kind of got us worried."

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

Astrid shook her head. "Don't be," she said. "It's just your body's way of recovering. You can't really control it, and fighting it is pretty much useless, although I have to say, you stayed awake for nearly twenty minutes after the stabbing. That's a long time for how much blood you lost."

"Yeah," I said, and shuddered. "Don't think I'm going to be trying to break that record any time soon."

"Oh...oh,no," said Astrid, shaking her head feverously. "Of course not."

I smiled, and then looked back to the mouth of the cave. "How are we going to get back to Berk?" I asked.

"I was thinking maybe Spiritflash could carry him in his claws," said Astrid, "but if he accidentally flashes his lightning, it'll be dangerous."

"I rode Spiritflash on the way here to Outcast Island," I said.

"Well, you're crazy," said Astrid. "I don't think we're going to be trying that again."

"Well, what do we do?" I asked.

"You're the smart one, I don't know," said Astrid.

"I'll think of something," I promised.

"I know you will," said Astrid, "but for now, I think you should just continue to rest. It seems to be doing numbers on you."

"It is," I assured. "But I just have a question."

"Yes?" said Astrid.

"What did you mean when you said 'others'?" I asked. "Back at the Outcast prison, you said something like, 'Let the others finish them off', or somethin' like that."

"Oh," said Astrid. "Well, when we left, we trained some Monstrous Nightmares and then came back. It actually was surprisingly easy, considering the circumstance."

"So...what of them?" I asked. "Did they make it?"

"I don't know, but there were ten of them and not too many Outcasts," said Astrid. "In my opinion, the Outcasts didn't stand a chance. I'm sure the dragons got out without one of them even getting hurt."

"I hope you're right," I said. "Where's Snotlout?"

"Sleeping, right there," said Astrid, pointing to where Snotlout was sound asleep next to Hookfang. I was about to say something else, when I heard footsteps. Astrid and I both turned in the direction from whence they came, just in time to see torch lights.

"Don't make a move," I whispered.

Astrid and I ducked low to the ground, our dragons growling quietly behind us. I put my hand back to shush them, my eyes still looking intently outside. Behind us, Hookfang was roused, waking Snotlout in the process.

"What's-" Snotlout started.

"SHH," both Astrid and I said in perfect unison. Snotlout quieted down long enough to hear the voices and footsteps of what were obviously Outcasts. Once he did, he dove towards us and ducked down right next to us, laying on his stomach, hand ready to draw his sword.

"Spread out!" I heard an Outcast shout. It wasn't just any Outcast, though; it was Alvin the Treacherous. "They can't be too far! Find the Berkians! No one rests until the Dragon Conqueror is found!"

Astrid and I held our breath as the Outcasts walked right in front of the cave. If they found us, that was it; it was the end. We would be thrown back into prison, or worse: killed on sight.

"This way!" an Outcast shouted, and then he and the other members of their search party ran in the opposite direction. Once they were out of sight, Astrid and I sucked in a breath, our eyes still glued to the mouth of the cave.

"We need to go, right now," I said.

"But how?" said Astrid. "You won't leave Toothless, but his prosthetic is ripped and torn in so many places...how are we going to get out of here?"

"I don't-" I started, until an idea hit me. Maybe...maybe, I could make a tail fin...but how? "Hang on," I said. "I think I've got it."

I picked the blanket off the ground, and then reached for the dagger I didn't have.

"Do you have a knife?" I asked Astrid.

"Um...yeah, sure, let me get it," she replied, rising to a stand and walking away, returning a few moments with a knife in hand. She held it out to me, and I took it. "What are you planning?" she asked.

"A tail fin," I said. "I'm making a tail fin." I gripped the knife in my hand harder, once again thankful I was left-handed, and that my right arm had been the one to get dislocated. Then, all at once, taking a deep breath, I sliced through the fabric.

We were leaving, one way or another.