She-Ra, Bow, Netossa, Spinnerella, and Horsey marched onward until they arrive into Kingdom of the Flowers. From a structural standpoint, it pales in comparison to Brightmoon. But from a natural view, it was quite the sight to behold. There were trees of varying sizes and colors, and the rose bushes looked like patches of rainbows. The people wore simple, brightly colored attire, and had some sort of flower in their hair. Children happily frolicking around while adults either napped or made flower-crowns. 'Everyone looks so bouncy and bubbly. Not my kind of place.'

"Greetings, travelers." A woman with light blonde hair full of pink flowers that went down to her waist introduced in a friendly tone. She was garbed in a pink sundress with a green, long-sleeved shawl that falls off her shoulders, and a pair of pink sandals. 'What is it with these people and pink?' "I am Perfuma, Princess of Plumeria, welcome to my kingdom." 'That explains it.' "Who might you all be?"

"I think she's talking to you." Netossa tapped the demigoddess's shoulder.

"Oh, right," She-Ra responded, clearing her throat. "You all probably have a different name for me, but I am She-Ra: Princess of Power!"

"She-Ra." Perfuma gasped in astonishment, with the rest of the village doing the same. "The She-Ra!"

"I take it you know who I am?"

"Of course, we all know of the She-Ra."

"It's just She-Ra. Not "the" She-Ra."

"The people of Plumeria and I have heard of your legend. Like how you united Etheria to overthrow King Hiss and the Snakemen. That's one of my favorites. Such an inspiring story."

"Oh, yes. I'm that very She-Ra. Beating up Snake People and everything." The Half-Magicat could hear Netossa groan; no doubt rolling her eyes at how much she is hamming herself up.

"If you are here, then that means our prayers have been answered!" Perfuma raised her hands to the sky. "Rejoice, my people, for a savior has come!" The people of Plumeria began cheering and dancing around; well, more so than usual. 'Savior?'

"What do you mean by "Savior"?" Bow spoke up.

"You must be friends of the She-Ra. Friends of the She-Ra shall be treated as equals. Come, join us in our celebration." The flowery Princess took the archer's hand and dragged him away. She-Ra and the other two Princesses decided to follow them, while Horsey left to graze some grass.

As they walked further into the kingdom, the people gave the four travelers a variety of flower-based gifts; particularly crowns. While Bow, Spinnerella, and Netossa were accepting of the kind gestures, Catra wasn't so much. "Are these flower crowns not to the She-Ra's liking?" Perfuma asked with a small pout.

"No, it's nice. They're just not my thing." She-Ra answered, pointing at her mask-helm.

"Oh, of course. How silly of us."

"Miss She-Ra. I made this for you." A little girl said as she handed the Half-Magicat a rose-flower brooch.

"Oh… thank you." She-Ra timidly said, just as the girl then hugs the demigoddess's thigh; the feeling was both uncomfortable and slightly heartwarming for the cat-girl. But mostly uncomfortable.

"So, Princess Perfuma," Bow spoke up. "What did you mean earlier when you said Ca… She-Ra was your "savior?"

"You don't know?" Perfuma asked with a look and tone of disappointment. "I was sure that the She-Ra would've told you?"

"Oh, I uh… I did tell them." Catra quickly lied. "I just think maybe you should explain it… so we can have another way of approaching the problem…"

"Oh, of course," Perfuma responded in a cheerier tone; with She-Ra letting out a quiet sigh of relief. "That is what troubles us." The Flower Princess points at clouds of smog off in the distance.

"That's not a good sign," Spinnerella stated.

"Some time ago, we discovered the soldiers of the Horde building something around that area, and that is when those black clouds began to cover the sky," Perfuma explained. "They are killing all the plant life they pass by, and we fear that it's only a matter of time before it reaches Plumeria."

"Wait, if you knew Plumeria was in danger; why haven't you done anything to stop it, yourselves?" Netossa asked.

"We, of the Kingdom of Flowers, believe that violence is never the answer to any problem. We believe that the universe will always punish the unjust and reward the kind."

While the others were flabbergasted, yet somewhat understanding towards the Princesses laid back attitude towards it; She-Ra, out of everyone else, was completely dumbfounded. "You can't be serious?" The demigoddess deadpanned.

"Oh, but we are." Perfuma clarified. "It's a belief we hold strongly to."

"All right then." She-Ra draws her sword. "If you won't do something about it. I will."

"What do you intend to do?" Netossa asked. "Just walk over there, kick the Horde out, and call it a day."

"That is exactly what I'm gonna do."

"No, you cannot fight the Horde," Perfuma spoke up.

"Don't worry about me, Princess. I can take a whole army on my own. Heck, I could probably take on two armies on my own." She-Ra bragged.

"Why not throw in you can do it with a toothbrush." Netossa sarcastically grumbled.

"Come on, I'm not that powerful," She-Ra answered. 'I think.'

"No, what I meant was that the She-Ra cannot fight the Horde near Plumeria." Perfuma clarified.

"Why not?"

"We will not abandon our beliefs of pacifism. Not even for the She-Ra."

She-Ra pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a frustrated sigh. "Lady, I don't know if you're aware, but the Horde doesn't care about your naive beliefs."

"Catra." Bow said aloud at the Half-Magicat's rudeness.

"And they're not going to pack up because you ask them nicely. If you want that smog gone, you're going to have to give them the boot." She-Ra continued her rant. "Now, do you want the Horde gone or not?"

"She-Ra," Netossa spoke up, with both her and Bow grabbing the Half-Magicat's arms. "A word. Now."

She-Ra let out an annoyed sigh and followed the two teens. "We'll be back," Spinnerella assured Perfuma. "We're just having a team meeting."

"By all means." The Princess of Flowers excused them as the four of them all walked back into the woods; with Horsey following them back, too.

"You can't say stuff like that." Netossa began ranting to the recently reverted Half-Magicat.

"Say what? I was just telling them the truth." Catra responded.

"Just because you don't share their beliefs doesn't mean you should insult it."

"Even if their beliefs are going to keep them living in fear of the Horde? Or get them killed?"

"I don't agree with their approach to this either," Bow added in. "But it's their culture, we should still find a way to respect it at least."

"So, what do we suggest we do then?" Catra asked. "Go up to them with flowers in hand and kindly ask them to leave. Because I'm sure that'll go over well."

"Well, we have one advantage against the Horde." Bow reminded as she pointed at the Sword of Protection.

"I thought you guys didn't want me to use this against the Horde?" Catra said.

"No, I mean that the sword is still First One's technology. It could have all kinds of powers we don't know. Maybe even something that can get rid of the Horde while still upholding Plumeria's beliefs."

'It could be worth a shot.' "All right let's give it a try." Catra hopped to her feet with the sword in hand. "I need some room please." Spinnerella, Netossa, and Bow step aside as Catra points the blade at the empty forest. "Sword of Protection activate!" Nothing happens. "Pacifist beam." Still, nothing happens.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Netossa asked the Half-Magicat.

"I know what I'm doing, I know what I'm doing. First One's tech go!" Again, nothing happens. "Okay, maybe I don't know what I'm doing." 'Come on Light Hope, throw me a bone here. Or give me a tip. Or something.' Then, the Sword of Protection's blade began to glow a bright blue.

"What's it doing?" Bow asked as he and the other two Princesses looked in shock and awe.

"I think it's working," Catra said to herself. Just then, rainbow beams of energy began firing from the blade in random directions; with its wielder having little control.

"What are you doing?" Netossa questioned the Half-Magicat as she, and the others dodged one of the beams.

"I don't know?" Catra responded. "It's doing it on its own." The Half-Magicat tried to control the directions of the beams but accidentally points the blade at Horsey; who is then hit by some of the colorful energy. Upon being hit, Horsey's appearance began to magically change as a pair of rainbow wings sprouted from his body and a single horn on his head.

"What happened to our horse?" Bow questioned as he, Catra, Netossa, and Spinnerella gaze at what just happened.

"It's an alicorn," Spinnerella said with a look of astonishment.

After the transformation finished, Horsey then had the appropriate reaction suddenly gaining wings and a horn. Freaking out and neighing in fear and bucking his hind legs in a panic. "Horsey, calm down! It's okay!" Bow loudly said as he, Catra, Netossa, and Spinnerella rushed over to calm the frightened alicorn. Horsey continued neighing and accidentally flight, sending him into more of a panic.

Catra quickly sheathed her sword; then, using her strong legs and fast reflexes, she leaped at the alicorn and grabbed onto his reigns; dangling from the side of the mythical animal in hopes of slowly easing him down. "It's okay, just calm…" The alicorn neighed again and began to fly off into the Whispering Woods with Catra still attached.

"Catra!" Bow shouted.

"Horsey, stop!" Catra screamed at the fast-flying animal. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" The scared alicorn neighed once more and accidentally knocked Catra off. She hit the grassy ground hard and groaned in slight pain while Horsey flew deeper into the enchanted forest. The Half-Magicat stood up and groaned in pain; she looked around the forest, not recognizing the part she was in. "Bow! Netossa! Spinnerella!" The Half-Magicat's voice echoed with no response. 'Well this is just great.'

"Stupid First One's sword firing rainbow lasers. And giving horses wings. And getting me lost in Whispering Woods. Have no idea where I'm going." Catra grumbled to herself as she wandered through the forest aimlessly. "I never had to deal with any of this back at the Fright Zone." 'Just keep a cool head, Catra. You're smart, you're resourceful, you'll find your way out of here.' Then something began to make the Half-Magicat's nose twitch, as she picked up an aroma. She began to sniff the air around her. 'It smells like someone is cooking. Whatever it is, it's nearby.'

Catra followed her nose as she ventured deeper into the Whispering Woods, leaping over twigs and flowers as she drew closer to the delectable scent. As she got closer, Catra eventually came across a small cottage in the middle of the forest. Outside of the hut was an old lady with dark-pink skin, large eyes with spectacles, and messy purplish hair garbed in magenta and green robes, while carrying a staff with her. Standing next to her was Horsey, who seemed much calmer now as he was letting the woman pet him. As for the delectable aroma, she was cooking up vegetables in a pot. 'I didn't think anyone would live in these woods. Maybe she can show me the way out?'

Catra stepped closer to the cottage. "Um, hello." The Half-Magicat greeted, garnering the elderly woman's attention. "Hi, I'm lost. And I was wondering if you could show me the way out of here."

The old lady looked at the Catra with some surprise. "Mara?" She asked.

"Mara?"

"Is it really you?"

"I think you have me confused with someone else."

"The Sword of Protection." The woman pointed at the blade on Catra's back. 'She knows what that is.' "You have the Sword of Protection, so it must really be you, Mara Grayskull." 'That name again, Grayskull. King Grayskull, Mara Grayskull, for the honor of Grayskull…'

"Who are you?"

"Oh, don't be silly, Mara. It's me; you're dear friend, Madame Razz."