Whisper had gained control of her vision again and was no longer in that nightmare Fear had forced her to see.

She saw the portal Fear had tricked her into creating. Her breathing hitched as she realized he was fighting her kin again. She ran into the portal and peeked around the edge of the tent.

She saw Death and Fear at a stalemate. Death's scythes were being blocked by Fears gauntlet arms. She had to stop this before one of them gave in, or won.

She took out her staff and had it grow small. She raced out in a white light and put her hands out between them and let her staff grow very long, knocking them both from eachother.

Death looked up at her and pulled out her staff from his chest, she forgot about the spikes at the ends. Fear growled at her with betrayal and anger. He ripped her staff out of his chest.

He looked to Death as he signaled for Scrap to come to him, still in giant dragon form, climbed up onto his neck and stared down all the horsemen.

"This is not over." He stated lowly. Scrap flapped his wings and acsended into the sky and flew off.