You had been shot, but you couldn't stop now. You had to get to safety.
You were well out of range when you began feeling drowsy. Dagur seemed to notice and hurriedly began chattering in your ear.
"Stay with me (Y/n)! Just a little further!"
You struggled to keep your eyes open. Everything was blurring together.
"There's an island right there! You can make it!"
You could make out a blob of dark against the moonlit water. That must be what he was talking about. You flapped harder, telling yourself you could stop soon. Maybe you could close your eyes for just a moment...

You were shocked by how cold the water was and the pain it caused by getting in your wound. You didn't mean to stop flying. You had simply blacked out. You could feel Dagur holding onto you as if he would sink if he didn't. It didn't help that you weren't much of a swimmer.
You did what you could to stay above the water, but it felt useless. Everything felt useless. There wasn't much of a point in anything. Even if you could stay awake, you wouldn't be able to swim for long. Flying seemed to no longer be an option. Maybe it would be better if you just stopped trying to fight it. It would be a gentle death. The water would swallow you whole.
There was a certain mysticism around water and the ocean in your culture. Lycanwings were creatures of fire, air, and earth. Water was the only element that is not associated with your kind. Water was the element of man. Oceans were typically related to life and death. Life, in the form of food and plants, came from the ocean and when something or someone died they were returned to the ocean. You were being returned now. It wouldn't be that bad.

You let the water carry you. The feeling of the water surrounding you reminded you of something you could not quite recall. You associated the feeling with comfort. With safety. With your parents. Mom...

The sound of the waves was so soothing and the air so fresh. The sand being pushed and pulled beneath you tickled your legs and back. Are those birds? And leaves? That doesn't make sense. A bright light illuminated the inside of your eyelids.

You forced your eyes open to see a colorful sky. Sunrise, you thought. You lay there for a moment, enjoying the peace of the moment. The clouds above you seemed to glow with the gold of the morning sun. This is so much better than being in a cage.

You recalled the previous night. Everything happened so fast, you hadn't had a chance to really think. Dagur betrayed Vigo. For you? Maybe. Maybe he was just tired of being his lackey. Dagur was more of the in-charge type.
Dagur! Where is he?!
You immediately sit up. Or try to. The world was spinning and the pain in your arm and leg was suddenly blinding. Carefully, you lay back down and the pain begins to subside.
Think! The salt water stung your wounds. Would he have washed up with you? With each wave came a brief period of relief. How could you even be sure you were on the same island? Followed by a burning pain, worse than the last. Was he captured? Is he even alive?
You couldn't take the pain anymore. You had to move. You attempt to roll over, but the injuries prove to be worthy obstacles. You come to the conclusion that your wing had also sustained damage, likely from the impact. When did I shift to half form? You try to shift to a fully human or dragon form, but every attempt resulted in pain.
It was easier to move on your stomach than your back, but the sand burrowed into your wounds. By the time you were out of the water's reach, you were gasping for air. Even small tasks were draining. Sure you had been injured, but it shouldn't affect you like this. Something else was wrong.
You lay staring at the clouds above you. They moved unnaturally, swirling in ways unfamiliar to you. Maybe you should close your eyes for a moment. Sleep it off. That will probably fix it.

"Y/N!"
You open your eyes and the world is foggier than before. You are only able to identify Dagur by the blur of red which must be his hair.
"Hey! Hey (Y/N)! I need you to look at me."
"I'm trying..." It hurts to talk.
He started mumbling to himself. "Think Dagur! Think!"
You heard another sound. Other voices. Vigo. Dagur must have heard them too. He was urging you to get up, trying to support your weight as best he could. You had to simply trust him to guide you through the forest. Every time you stepped on a sharp rock or stumbled or hit your tail or wing Dagur would hush you. You thought you were being pretty quiet.
"In here."
If it wasn't dark before, it certainly was now. Colder too. It must be a cave, you thought, I hate caves.
Dagur led you to a wall, "Stay here." You heard him shuffling around. What is he doing? You tried to ask.
"Shhh! They'll hear you!"
"I'm being quiet!"
"(Y/N) you have to be quiet!"
"I am!"
"I can't understand you! I don't speak dragon!"
Oh.
You fell silent.
"Just let me take care of this. No matter what happens: stay here and stay quiet."
Not like I have a choice.