The next morning as Phoenix grazed, Whispertail came trotting up." Hello Phoenix!!" he whinnied. "Hi Whispertail" Phoenix nickered. "What have you been doing lately Phoenix?" "Nothing much," she replied "Talking to a voice about killing my half-brother and half-sister." "Ok, is it a mare, filly, stallion, or colt? Wait... WHAT?!!" he neighed. "Um... She's a mare or filly, she is around the age of 7... Guessing by the sound of her voice. She wanted me to kill them in the next month." Phoenix explained. "Did she say why she wanted you to kill them?" Whispertail asked, "Did you say yes?" "Maybe?"