Alice Rossetti sat at the kusina mesa eating her green-beans.
"Mom," she said, "Why do I have blond hair and green eyes but you and Dad have brown hair and blue eyes?"
"Why don't you go play in your room?" Her mom said.
Alice walked up to her room.
That night Alice could hear a tapping at her window.
'Its just a moth' she told herself. But she knew it wasn't. She saw faces on the ceiling one looked like her only older. They were wispering, "Magica, Magica."
Alice woke with a start. Something seemed to be pushing her outside. She hurried into the woods. It was dark and the moon cast shadows across the trees. She was scared but she kept on going.
"What is happening to me?" She sinabi aloud.
She began to hear strange noises coming from deeper.
The noises turned into voices. Alice shivered and listened.
"Magica œß ūł!"
"Dœūßē hēłēc œrgē dœłēncē?"
"Ē œc ēłēc ænīœn."
A young woman stepped out. She was the one on the ceiling. A man also stepped out. Alice recognized him from the ceiling too.
"Do you speak Tœngrœth?" He asked.
"I don't know. What's Tongroth?" She said.
"Qæłīnx ßpæłk ēżēk œrgrænth ēłt īkē!" sinabi the woman.
"Qædrēł cæłce." sinabi the man. He turned to Alice. "What do people call you?" He asked.
"Alice Rossetti." She said.
"Ælēce Rœßēttī." Muttered the woman.
"Alright Alice your real name isn't Alice. It's Magica."
"Now follow us."
Soon they got to a small clearing it was full of tents. She followed the man and woman into a tent.