𝕍𝕀𝕀𝕀

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I limp to wherever I'm going. I have no clue. I have no clue what is happening. I have no clue what those things are. My head is spinning. Sweat is pouring down my face. Not to mention, I'm bleeding everywhere. My bodies bruised and banged up. My head pounds both from pain and thoughts. 

I stop to rest. I fall to the ground breathing and wincing. I don't know where anyone is. My friends, Toothless, even the metal creature that saved my life. This is so confusing. Why didn't I listen to Toothless? I seem to do that a lot. 

I rub my hand over my head, and I feel blood. It doesn't surprise me. I'm bleeding everywhere. I look around. How does this thing move? It's old. It's like a shifting maze. A maze that's a nightmare. Yeah, I'm thinking I shouldn't tell Fishlegs. No one should ever know about this Hell. If this Hell is what the Dragon-Hunters want, good luck to them. I've spent hours in here, and I would like to get out before I die. 

I take a breath. I shakily stand up. My legs feel as soft as bread dough. I had to get out here. I start moving down the path. If I had Toothless, I could've easily got out of here. I hear growling. I turn. A tail stabs me right in the middle of my chest and hoists me up. I see the creature. It opened its mouth, and its other mouth came out. Maybe this is it. Maybe this is my death. 

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