I should feel really accomplished right now as I escape into the starry, moonlit night, yet all I feel is guilt. Guilt at having betrayed my friends. I turn around long enough to watch Astrid run up the hill to the Chief's house, presumably to tell Hiccup what I did and that she's right about me. I cringe, not because I'm afraid of getting caught, but because I created some level of mistrust between Hiccup and Astrid. Two people who obviously never argue.
Hiccup, Astrid, and the riders will be upon me soon. I call Windshear. As if by magic she appears in front of me. I launch myself onto her saddle, and we soar over the ocean to dreaded Outcast Island. I try not to scream at the unfairness of it all.
The flight is uneventful if you don't count my internal battle. Between my screaming conscience and warring emotions it becomes difficult to focus on the task at hand. Windshear still has quite a distance to fly and the sun is coming up. She lands on a seastack and I jump down to stretch my legs.
I look out in the distance. The jagged rocks of Outcast Island are shrouded in a morning mist, making it look even more uninviting than usual. Regardless, Alvin isn't known for his hospitality or bedside manner. I turn back to Windshear and pull my canteen out of the saddle bag. I take a nice, long drink, relishing the water's coolness against my dry throat. I nearly choke when I hear a certain, blonde viking's voice behind me.
"Thought you could just leave with the like that, didn't you?" Astrid steps towards me threateningly.
I look for an out, but the dragon riders have me surrounded on all sides. The twins look clueless, Snotlout looks betrayed, and Fishleg's looks awkward. Hiccup's face doesn't betray any emotion one way or another.
Seeing as there is quite literally no way out, I resolve to finally tell the whole truth.