Death had started walking toward the other Maker who was swinging around his axe at the training post. He stopped and turned around when he heard a woman yell.

 "She's done it again!" Alya yelled, running past the pale rider and up the opposite stair case. He ran after her, curiousity as his only motivation.

 "I'm fine Alya. Go back to the forge and help your brother." A woman said, her long white hair bound together and hanging between her breast.

 "Are you certain? Last time you nearly sickened yourself." Alya said, helping the woman up.

 "It was just a miscasting. I'm fine." She said, though you couldn't see her eyes because of a blue cloth covering them, she sounded kind.

 "Alright, but next time I'm not letting you out o' my sight." Alya said, walking past the rider to her forge. When Alya was gone and the woman had.. sensed Death's presence, she turned to him.

 "We've been waiting your arrival, Horseman. Your shadow has long hovered over this realm." She said.

 "Many know the Reaper, old one. But I don't know you." Death said.

 "We are the builders of this world. But Corruption seethes at its heart, and destroys in days what we shaped over eons. Eidard does his best to soothe our pain, but our souls yearn for only one comfort. Death. We are without hope." She said wistfuly. Death sighed.

 "Death does not always bring an end to torment." Death mumbled.

 "Even so, it is better than to have it worsen." The shaman said.

 "Horseman, do you ever doubt your future?" She asked suddenly.

 "No." Death answered bluntly.

 "So, one like yourself wouldn't set out to change a fate that displeases him. That is a long and dangerous path, even for Death himself." She said.

 "And how is that your concern, shaman?" Death asked.

 "Only that I am skilled in crafting Talismans. If you gather the proper materials and return them to me, I'll make a potent talisman to aid you on your journey." She suggested.

 "What do you require?" Death asked.

 "Stalker's bone, Murdant Dew, and Carven Stone. It is not a simple charm." She said. Death nodded, memorizing the materials.

 "Then I will go, old one." Death said. She cast him an unseen look, then turned back to her plants. Death walked down the steps and decided to approach the warrior that was still attacking the posts.

 "Hmph. The Reaper. It's about time you came. I can't talk now, Eidard wants me to let you out. Name's Thane pale rider." Thane said, walking up the steps to the old paladin who was waiting.

 "Good luck Horseman. I hope you find your daughter." Eidard said, watching Thane move the giant stone door out of the way and Death slip through. Death ran through the walkway and was yet again fretting over his daughter.

 He shook his head to clear it, he had to free the Fire, Whisper knew how to take care of herself. Death climbed up a wall and pulled himself up. He jumped down and walked through the puddles of water and jumped down to another walk way. He passed through the tunnel exit and walked out into a pasture.

 He made a face of disgust when he saw the large barrier that wielded a large yellow eye. Death decided to ignore it until later and summoned Despair. He rode the horse over to a large doorway that showed a path.

 Death rode over a bridge, continuing to ignore the other ways he could go. Despair nickered, noticing Whisper and Secrets disappearance.

 "I know. She will be fine." Death said. Despair seemed uncertain at first, but waved his mane and kept on galloping down the path. Despair threw Death off when they had reached the temple. Death landed on his feet and started to walk up the steps.

 He saw a Maker killing of some enemies. He waited for him to finish and approached him.

 "Ha ha! The tales are true! A rider has come to the realm!" He said.

 "Not another one..." Death muttered.

 "You're the nephilim.. the one they call Death. How did you get here?" Carn asked.

 "Took a wrong turn." Death said simply, not interested in more small talk with the makers.

 "It appears I'm stranded here with the rest of you."

 "Well, if you're here to free the Fire, you've come to da right place. In the temple, I'll lower the bridge, you get inside." Carn said, jogging over to a lever. He turned it, making the old bridge creak and come down.

 "I'll keep watch." Carn said, gesturing for Death to go in. Death smirked under his mask. He walked across the bridge and flung the doors open.

 Death paused when he entered. Someone was in the room with him. He spotted movement in a shadowed corner.

 "Come out coward." He growled. The person froze in place, their hood concealing their face. Death walked over and grabbed them by the neck, lifting them up into the light.

 He could tell by the body that it was indeed a female. His eyes widened in shock when her hood fell, her black hair cascading onto her shoulders and her blue eyes shinning with fear.

 This was not Whisper though.

 "What is this dark magic?" Death demanded with rage, throwing her to the ground. She looked up at him, her robe open so you could see her tight light brown leather shirt underneath, a necklace dangling around her neck with a glowing feather, a pendant of a skull and a small wave that Death knew represented breath.

 "There is no magic Death. I am real." She said, the fear disappearing from her eyes when Death stopped glaring harshly at her and blinked.

 "How are you here Luar?"