"What madness are you speaking?" Death hissed at Fear.

"You will figure it out yourself." Fear answered. Death was about to snap at him, but his vision blurred yet again into a cloudy daze.

Deaths eyes snapped open to see his sister and brothers kneeling at his sides, mist masking their faces. He looked to see Fear on his horse with his arm out with the dark mist, eyes glowing. Death drew out his scythes.

"No need, I am leaving. Enjoy yourself while I'm gone." Fear called to Death as the mist dissapeared from his hand. Fury, War, and Strife seemed to have awaken from a deep sleepful nightmare as they gasped for a shaky breath.

"Goodbye for now Horsemen!" Fear called over his shoulder as he ran off down the tunnel on his horse. Death watched him leave, pondering on what he had said.