Fear stared her down.

"No? I don't think so." He said as he raised a hand and mist began to cloud Whispers face.

Whisper shook her head to clear it. She was back at the camp. All her kin were dead!

Strife's body was laying under the spike he had been sitting on, as though after he died he fell off. Fury was tied up to the tree by her whIp consumed by its flames.

War was sat up against the wall of the tent, Chaoseater snuggly buried i n his chest. She looked forward and her mother opened with terror. Death and Fears bodies lay next to eachother.

She walked over to them with tears brimming at the edges of her eyes.

"No, no, no, no, no..." She murmured.