Tegryn looked around him. He was no longer in his bed, but some strange place instead. It was dark. The sky was completely overcast with thick black-red clouds, and a bitter chill was in the air. He couldn't see the ground, but he could tell it was bare, hard and cold. He heard a distant rumble of thunder, and then... a trio of all-too familiar cackles rang out.

Aware of this threat, he looked around unable to make anything out. Then, three pairs of eyes appeared in those dark clouds, staring down at him in wicked mischief.

"So, you managed to survive our attack after all," said one voice who he immediately recognised as Stormy. "Well, lets see you get out of this!" A bolt of lightning slammed into the ground - the shockwave sent Tegryn flying. As he got to his feet, a dark bolt hit him squarely between the eyes. His head swam. Everything around him warped. He could make out three figures in front of him and he vainly tried to stand upright, but it was no use - he had no balance. He crashed down onto his knees and held his head in his hands as Darcy's confusion spell took full effect. Bolts of extreme cold and lightning slammed into his vulnerable body, and he writhed on the floor.

'What are they doing? How are they doing this? Surely this isn't real.' he thought.

"Its as real as we want it to be, fool!" Darcy explained. "Don't you get it? You may think you're safe with your horrid little friends, but there's no escape from us here. We control your dreams now!"

'Control my dreams? How?' Then he realised. His thoughts went back to their first encounter in the forest, when Darcy sent that shock through his head as he lay on the ground. It was something to with that, it just had to be.

"Very good! You're not as stupid as we thought!"

Another jolt of pain went shooting through him. He couldn't take much more of this, he was totally helpless with no way of defending himself. He crashed to the ground and reached out with his last ounce of strength.

"Musa..." he gasped.

Then something happened.

It was something he couldn't explain... a sudden feeling of well-being. New strength flooded through Tegryn's spirit, and finally he stood up and faced his invaders with a steely determination. Stormy sent another lightning bolt towards him, but he didn't bother dodging it. He just held out his hand, and the bolt bounced off in a shower of sparks.

Another lightning bolt.

Same result.

The witches looked at each other, and desperately attacked him together. Nothing. Their magic just fizzled out - they may as well have been flipping bits of popcorn at him. Tegryn chuckled, and looked at these three in contempt.

"Don't you get it? You're in MY head now, and when you're in my head, you play by MY rules!"

A trickle of panic crept into the Trix. How was this possible? Their plan was so flawless... how could it go so wrong?

Tegryn looked around him and tutted. "I really don't think much of this landscape you created for me. I think I'll change it to something a bit more pleasant."

He held out his arms, and the dark clouds slowly gave way to clear blue skies, revealing gentle rolling hills. Carpets of lush green grass sprouted from the barren ground, dotted with pretty little flowers and lush green bushes. This was more like it, it felt almost like home. Seeing what was happening to their carefully laid plans, the witches tried to back away and retreat to their dark lair.

"Oh no you don't. I decide when playtime's over, not you!" The ground rumbled, and it started creeping up their legs and around their bodies until only their heads were visible above the newly-formed mounds, which had now turned into solid rock, trapping them. They struggled to get free, but it was no use.

Icy growled. "Just you wait... when we get out of here, you'll wish you never crossed us!"

"Really? You're certainly welcome to try, girls!"

With a wave of his hand, Icy and Stormy vanished from his mindscape. It was just him and Darcy now.

"Now then... I think its time you and I had a little chat".