(A/N: Now the majority of the story is going to be from Fear or Whispers half point of view.)

Fear rode Trauma through the puzzle of trees. He slowed the beastly steed as they approached a small camp. Fear dismounted Trauma and allowed the horse to wander off on its own. Fear listened to the sound of humming and followed it to a tree.

He looked up to see a 15 year old girl with long black hair balancing on a low branch. He smirked as a thought came to his mind.

"HEY WHISPER! I CAN SEE UP YOUR SKIRT!" Fear hollard up the tree. Whisper shrieked in surprise and emberassment as she fell off the branch and into Fears awaiting arms.

"You got to be more careful." Fear said in a feigned voice of worry. Whisper muttered something in a language he didn't understand. He hated when she did that.

"What did you say?" He asked as she escaped his arms.

"Nothing you need to worry about!" Whisper taunted.