After Whisper had gotten her own steed all the Horsemen left and went back to their own, claimed, realm.

One year later...

Whisper had learned everything very well in the past year.

 "You should get rest for tonight. Tomorrow you are going to go on your first assignment with Death, and see the Charred Council." War ordered his niece. She nodded and headed out of the little arena War was training her in.

Whisper walked into her room . It looked the same except there were hooks and shelves in there. Whisper stripped off her armor and changed into cotton clothing. She climbed into the bed and fell into a peaceful sleep.

Whisper woke up and immediately got dressed into her armor set and strapped her staff to her back. She gazed out the window. It was early in the morning.

 "Good. I'll have some time for myself before we go before the Council." Whisper said aloud.

Whisper headed outside with her hood down. She decided to practice summoning her horse, she hadn't exactly gotten fully trained in that skill yet. She started running in the field. She watched as her shadow molded into her horse. Whisper leaped and landed on the horse and mounted. She landed slightly sideways but quickly adjusted herself.

 "If you're worried of missing your horse completely then you might need to train with Strife more." A voice called behind her. Whisper turned her horse to see her father riding toward her.

 "You all make it sound so easy." She grumbled, feigning annoyance.

 "You've learned everything else rather quickly." Death said. Whisper smiled up at her father. Now she was 13 nephilim years and went to about her fathers shoulder.

 "We should be on our way to see the Council." Death said.