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As part of Professor Palladium's field trip to Black-Mud Swamp, the class must navigate from Black-Mud Swamp to the clearing in the Gloomy-Wood Forest kwa listening to nature and without using any magic. Unfortunately, the trip doesn't start well as Stella struggles with the wilderness and Tecna is tempted to use magic within dakika to escape a mud bog. While the girls find their way to the school, the boys from Redfountain have been assigned to escort the fugitive troll captured in Gardenia to Magix city for trial. Unable to let their plans come into the open, the Trix plot to rescue the troll...

“No Darko, wewe will not win the costume contest wearing that.” Icy frowned.

“Sure I will, it’s brilliant it’s fun, it’s witty…”

“It’s overdone…” Icy added for him. “Do wewe know how many ‘sexy’ nurses I’ve seen today?”

“It’s not over done when I do it…” Darko insisted.

“Why don’t wewe just enter the pumpkin, boga carving contest instead?” Icy suggested.

“Because Mirta always wins and it’s not fair.” Darko pouted.

“Oh for the upendo of God…” Icy scowled. “Buy a better costume au I swear I’ll take Valtor to the party instead.”

“I’d like...

“No way am I wearing this.” Valtor frowned as Icy presented her with a pastel dress. “Absolutely not.”

Icy rolled his eyes. “Sure wewe are.” He shoved the dress into her arms. “If I have to wear this ridiculous tux, wewe have to wear a dress equally as appalling.”

“Whose idea was it to do this anyways.” Valtor muttered.

“You alisema wewe needed new clothing.”

“No…I mean whose idea was it to swap the genders of everyone in all of Magix!?” Valtor threw her hands in the air.

“I thought that was your idea too.” Icy declared.

“Why would I…? What would that even accomplish?”...

We all went our separate ways on our horses. For once I was enjoying the feeling of the frosty air hit my lungs. We passed kwa the cabin, kibanda I lived four years of my life in. I asked them if we could stop real quickly just to say goodbye to the place. They nodded as I got off my horse and went inside. I walked inside and was soon hit kwa a flood of old memories. Flashback: It was my sister’s eighteenth birthday. I missed the palace with everyone, but I left for their own good. Ever since I moved out here the letters stopped coming. I looked at the moto burning and realize how much I missed everyone....