"The therapy has worked. They're much more compliant now, Headmistress Griffin."
"Good," Griffin replied dryly, studying the witches. They stood, without fidgeting, their heads down, not meeting her eyes. "So, girls, are you ready to go back to return to Magix?"
"Yes, Headmistress Griffin," replied Icy demurely, in a sweet voice.
"They've improved a lot," Griffin said, addressing the guard. She abruptly turned around. "Since you are no longer of an age to remain in Cloud Tower, you may go free. I am no longer your headmistress." She began walking away slowly, not glancing back.
The robes disappeared, and their usual clothes came back on. They remained in their positions outside of Light Haven, hands behind their back.
"You are free to go, witches," said a guard. "May you do good for the world."
The guards stepped backwards into the fortress of Light Haven, the great gates closing slowly. The Trix remained still, staring at their hands, until the doors finally shut with a thud. Icy began to walk forward slowly, until the three were well out of view of the towers of the fortress. Then, she looked up, and a wide grin spread across her face.
Stormy laughed. "'They've improved a lot,'" she mimicked. "Ha! As if we'd ever change."
"Do you think they noticed?" asked Darcy worriedly. "Griffin seemed a bit suspicious."
"Griffin is an old hag," sneered Icy. "Who cares if she notices? To everyone, we're just three sweet little witches. Besides, didn't you hear? We're free to go. We can do whatever we want. We can go wherever we want, and no one will care! And you know where I want to go first? The Omega Dimension."
"The Omega Dimension?" exclaimed Stormy in disbelief. "You want to go there?"
"Sure," said Icy. "Who knows what we can find there? Dark spells, ancient secrets, maybe even a hidden portal or two."
"But I don't want to go back there again," said Darcy. "I didn't like those ice snakes, and with all the luck we had with Baltor…"
"Don't be a wimp," rebuffed Icy quickly. "I have a feeling that something very important is waiting for us there."
"Do you think we can make it out alive? After all, our power's been sapped. We haven't used them for so long," Darcy added, worriedly. "How are we going to be able to fight?"
"It'll come back with practice," said Icy. "Stop witching and get a hang of yourself."
She began walking with a determined air towards the forests of Magix. Stormy and Darcy exchanged a glance, then shrugged and began to follow her. If they'd seen Icy's face, they might have had a clue of what was in store for them. Luckily, they didn't-otherwise, they would've run away in fear.