Whisper waited outside on Secret as Fear came outside. He closed the door and put a mist lock on it.

"Where's Trauma?" Whisper asked. Fear smirked at her. Fear cupped his mouth.

"Trauma!" He yelled. A big black horse with a mist mane and tail galloped to him from out of no where. Fear grabbed the ball of the saddle and swung up onto the horse. He gripped the reins and pulled them, making Trauma stop.

"That answer your question?" He asked. Whisper rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Come on. Let's get Scrap." Fear nodded and followed her.

Whisper walked inside the tower to get Scrap. Fear walked behind her and followed her to her room. He waited outside the door. Death walked out of the forge. Fear locked eyes with him for a moment. Death was about to walk passed him, but stopped.

"I want to speak with you when you get back from getting your assignment from the council." Death instructed. Fear nodded. Death passed him and went to the door that led to the courtyard. Fear watched him go.

"Gotcha!" Whispers voice exclaimed from the other side of the door. Fear opened the door to see Whisper holding Scrap by the tail as he attempted to fly away.

Fear gave Scrap a warning look. Scrap's eyes widened a bit, then he stopped struggling and let Whisper hold him.

"Finally." She sighed as she turned to Fear. He looked away when he saw the state she was in. She was breathing heavily and her hair was messy and her clothes were loose, seeing as how she had been trying to catch a little dragon that had alot of unburnt energy.

"Come on. Get Hush and we can get this over with." Fear said. Whisper nodded.

"Alright."