The Mighty Antimagic Spell

ellar sky ... but that night they seemed to be at least twice as many. There was almost no need for street lamps or

that anyone lying on the roof of the orphanage "Ange

e voice of a little girl. It was Elizabeth Catherine Edward

ered just like a Bedouin's in the desert, covered in thick, ol

ther voice came from a pile of blankets. That pile with the same kind of shabby blankets lay on the old roo

ouldn't be distinguished either, but one could see, even with the multitude of blan

ike a sister to Elizabeth, she was the one who to

brought to the orphanage. Dorothy gladly welcomed Elizabeth into her bed, when no

er, and did together even the daily chores that the orphanage's management forced the c

wanted consequences, it was Elizabeth who took care of her ... Not the i

to put on shoes, for Dorothy was like a burning furnace. Poor darling, she used to come back with hands and feet numb from the bitter cold outside, but she did not complain. When she saw Dorothy opened he

rary, Mrs. Blackwood was glad she was right again with her words, when she kept telling her th

ed until the poor luckless blonde girl managed to walk again on her own.

spent time on the roof gazing at the mass of stars,

ony", said

pointing at a

nk it's Capricorn's constel

toy circle with unicorn shape. On top of that, it was also lit up, as if tha

rls highlighting the roof after which it broke leav

ls looked a

in..." Elizabeth looke

em, when they were together, such unusual things kept happening all the time. Still, the two were just

happened, they looked carefully around to be sure there

anything. Look, I held my blanket," Dorothy apologi

o the bedroom and tr

saw her at the window too," she smiled, l

rely appear. Some of them would be so ugly to make your heart crac

t know other wi

her. "She's tired all the time, probably because she is alm

y, ready to swallow t

might be two hundred

words Dorothy

o such thing. There is no bein

les ... so

not two hundred years old, she's snoring loudly now. Which we should do

own into the attic bedroom. The window made a terrible creaking noise,

tch to come?" Doroth

down to the room th

more carefully than it was opened, very slowly, then she

ed, although not very large, was m

d ni

ep w

and started dreaming divinely,

ow to become and adult as soon as possible to face hardships of life befo

e falling asleep, in the corridor of the orphanage, near the door wher