It had to be quick, it had to be neat. She'd not make him suffer as her father would. The dagger she feared would be too slow but what other choice did she have? She couldn't very well hide a sword in her boot. Let alone a hammer or axe. Quietly she slide blade wrapped in cloth into her boot and tried to act as though nothing had happened as she heard voices approaching from outside. She quickly lay back on the bed, taking care to lie on her side to prevent the gouges on her back from making her yelp in pain.

"We'll move her but I'm making no firm decision until I know a little more. We'll try talking to her, maybe she'll tell us the truth and we won't have to go to that extreme. For now I reserve judgement." She heard Hiccup say as the door opened. She snapped her eyes shut and tried to make it seem as though she had been unconscious the whole time.

"Camicazi? Are you awake?" Hiccup's voice echoed down to her, soothing, gentle. It was horrible. She wanted to stay there with her eyes closed forever when he spoke like that. She didn't want to kill him, she wanted to cry and tell him everything and have him hold her tight and rock her back and forth, stroking her hair and telling her it was all going to be ok, that he'd protect her now and save Sparky. But she had long since learnt that dreams and wishes like that were useless. No one had ever said anything like that to her; no one had ever just held her whilst she cried. With another jolt of self-loathing and childish fear she remembered Hiccup had. Not that long ago he had simply held her whilst she cried, and he must have helped nurse her back to health after Toothless brought her here for she had been so weak that she had passed out, she was here now though and could feel the bandages wrapped tightly around her torso to cover her wounds. She squeezed her eyes tighter shut as if it would help her escape from the reality of what she had to do.

"You're ok Camicazi, no one here is going to hurt you, you can open your eyes." He said gently stroking her hair. She held back the sentimental tears that longed to pour from her eyes and restrained her arms from wrapping themselves around him and hugging him. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at his smiling face. "Hey, see I told you you could open your eyes." She said nothing and just stared at him, an internal battle taking place inside her brain. Kill the man who showed her kindness for the man who showed her none, or let the man who cared live and sacrifice the only thing that had ever loved her?

"Camicazi, I'm really sorry but we have to move you to the cells." She shook herself away from her internal struggle and stared at him, now he sounded like her father, except for the apology at the beginning. "We don't know much about you, and enemy ships are anchored close by so we need to keep you somewhere secure until we're sure you're not a threat. I can't risk my family or my people. I am sorry though. We'll try to keep you comfortable." He really did seem sorry but she realised in that moment, they knew. They knew her father was here; maybe... just maybe she could turn this around. Maybe she really could tell them the truth, save Sparky and not have to kill Hiccup. Maybe... But deep down she knew better. Only weaklings look for a way to escape what is difficult. She could not risk her dragon. She knew that much. Hiccup was nothing to her, he may have shown her kindness, but he was still responsible for her mother's death. Sparky though, he was her family.

She allowed herself to be led down to a cell, to be locked in. It had happened before, usually in far worse circumstances, with far more beating on the way down. This was practically being taken to a luxury hut for a holiday.

"Camicazi, I need you to be honest with me now. I need you to tell me the truth about where you've come from and why you're here." Hiccup said through the bars, he almost seemed to be pleading with her. She could not lie to him, something in those eyes forced her not to, but she could not tell him the truth either. She bit her tongue and held her silence.

"Camicazi please... If you truly are a runaway looking for somewhere safe, then we can let you go, you can live here. If there is more to you than that, if you are lying..." He left off. He knew something. She knew he did. And that scared her. "If you are lying, and I'm afraid we have reason to believe you are, I'll have to exile you. I am reserving judgement for now. But I need answers. I have an armada waiting out there to strike, if you're a threat I need you gone."

"I am Camicazi." She said simply. He looked at her puzzled. She held her breath. This was it, time to choose, one way or another. "I was raised by Dagur the Deranged's wife Tallulah. After she was killed I had nothing. When I turned ten my father, Dagur, told me who was responsible for her death. He told me how vile those people were to dragons. I wanted revenge." Hiccup stared. She'd told him this before but had not mentioned who had raised her. "I came here to avenge my adoptive mother. I came here to kill you." She said it calmly and finally. She even pulled the dagger from her boot and shoved it through the bars. Hiccup stared at her horrified.

"What I saw when I got here, it wasn't like I'd been told. I began to doubt everything my father told me. I flew back to confront him. He chained my dragon and tried to hurt him to punish me. That's how I got my fresh wounds. I stood in front, as I always have. He sent my brother to take me back here, to finish the job, or else he'll kill my dragon. And I know he will. So when I woke up earlier, I knew I had to end this. To kill you so he can't kill Sparky. But more than that, I realised who I really want revenge on. I will kill my father. I will do as he does to others, as he'd have me do to you. I will do it slowly and cruelly and just watch him die. Maybe he'll finally realise I wasn't so weak, maybe he'll finally be proud. But I won't let him hurt my dragon. I don't care what it costs." She did not shy away, she did not look angry or scared, and she did not look upset or pleased. She just spoke with a certainty of fact. He knew what she said was true. He saw it in her eyes, heard it in her voice. He hated that she spoke the truth because it left him with only one choice, and knowing why she had risked it all made it all that much harder to say the word.

"Exile"