Fear sat up in a tree on a high branch, hiding him in the leaves. He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. He regretted making Whisper see the nightmare he cast upon her.

That would explain why she attacked him... He thought to himself for a moment. She did stab Death too. Her own father.. maybe she was just trying to split them up.

Why? He wondered. Fear would never kill Death, just mess with him, mock him at most.

Scrap was sleeping in his lap and did a small squeky yawn, and shifted in his lap. Fear soothingly pet Scrap as he continued to ponder about Whispers actions.

Whisper looked to her kin.

"I guess it wasn't cut short, but I got to report to the Council." Whisper said.

"Even so, you are doing well." Death reassured her.

"I hope so." She said and sighed.

"We must continue to track Fear Whisper. If you wish, you may help us.. if you join us in the victory, the council might allow you to end this journey and return home with us." Fury said. Whisper looked up at her aunt. She nodded silently.

"I'll help you."