Eight Gods on a Windowsill

 Whisper sat in his room. It was mostly barren save a bed and a desk. What he did decorate with was more whimsical than his brother's mechanical aesthetic. But, he preferred to have very little. After all, he was usually away. He had taken to visiting the space more often since he'd absorbed his brother. The sector of space that each Minor One designated themselves over only overlapped over Terra and Franc. It was designed to increase the ability to call upon each other when the elder gods awoke from their slumber. Not that he was looking forward to it.

 For the last month, Whisper had been slowly trying to restore the arm he'd lost. The Daughter of the Ram had managed to wound him more severely than he initially thought. That didn't stop him from trying to restore it. He attempted Unholy Regeneration. Nothing. He tried regrowth serums. Nothing. He tried his Restorative Winds. Nothing. Absolutely nothing seemed to work.

 He cursed Rammel.

 "When I get ahold of you Rammel, so help me…" He said as he paced back and forth in his room.

 "So help you, shall you do what?" Rammel's voice suddenly came from the doorway. Rammel glanced Whisper over. "I see my daughter got to you. You would be wise to leave her be."

 "Or what?" Whisper retorted. "I'll regret it?"

 Rammel smiled. He just shook his head and walked away. "Just don't." He said as he made it around the doorframe. "Just don't." He repeated as he made it a little farther down the hall.

 Whisper cursed. He clenched his remaining fist tightly. What in the world is she, exactly? He asked himself. How did she suddenly gain such speed? I am the fastest of all the Minor Ones. Well, save Edward of the Ten Flames. Edward's use of her abilities made her just a little faster. He wanted to laugh. Once I absorb Rammel's daughter, we won't need her anymore and I can usher in the dawn of my era.