Dahlia and Christopher enter the Swamp Kingdom while being unknowingly watched by witches, who hold their fates in their hands.
Dahlia and Christopher walk alongside each other for hours, searching for any signs of life. Soon, they stumble upon a vast kingdom - The Swamp Kingdom. Christopher cheers for joy. "My kingdom has been allies with this kingdom for hundreds of years! We can enter safely." Dahlia followed him, but worried - the Fairy Kingdom and the Swamp Kingdom have disputed for years....
Meanwhile, the witches watch. "Oh, they're falling right into our hands!" cries the elder, Agatha. "And he's so handsome," sigh the young twin apprentices, Thistle and Prim . "Don't be so thirsty," hisses Helga, one of the older witches. "We aren't here for romance," adds Grogda. "Good things come to those who wait, ladies!" shouts Agatha. "So we will wait."
The pair is walking when a rat, one of the swamp kingdom's many peoples, approaches them. "Where are you guys going?" asks the rat. "Oh, we are looking for the Swamp Kingdom," Christopher replies. "You guys are lost! This is the wrong way!" cries the rat. "Follow me, I know the way," he offers. "Thank you so much!" squeals Dahlia. And they follow the rat.
The witches onlook, cheering and laughing. "Oh, goodness! How stupid can they be?" cries Agatha. "Following strangers? That's the oldest rule in the book!" shouts Grogda. "But we're killing him?" sobs Thistle. "Why", whimpers Prim. Helga's face pinches up, turning redder by the minute. "BECAUSE THAT'S OUR JOB!" Agatha and Helga screams. The twin's tears dry up as quickly as they started. "Apologize!" hollers Prim as she slaps her from across the orb. "Enough! Look!" shouts Agatha.
The three are walking into a crater, when the rat begins to twitch and stare at Dahlia. Suddenly, the rat hollers loudly. Two other rats and snatch the pair away from each other.
Back at the lair, the witches scream in triumph. "YES!" cries Grogda, making sure she doesn't drop the crystal in the hurry to prepare a potion. Agatha swirls a sword in the cauldron. "Once this is sent to the king, they'll be done for!" hollers Helga. Prim and Thistle simply turn around, sobbing.