In San Francisco a boy wearing a red hoodie and green pants named of Alex is at home in his room.

Suddenly a man called.

"Alex, Virgil is here!" Yelled a man.

"Coming dad." Said Alex.

He went downstairs and saw an African American teenager with short black dreads and wears blue pants, a lighter blue T-shirt and fitted baseball cap in a backwards fashion, sneakers, and a black jacket with yellow accents on the arms and cuffs.

"Yo, V." Said Alex as he held his hand.

"Hey Al." Said Virgil as he smack his hand with Alex's.

An African American man with a bald head and a beard on his chin and a heavy build with a shirt and jeans and has a moon shaped scar over his right eye was about to leave with a jacket on his arm while holding papers in his hands with an untied tie on his collar.

The man ruffled Alex's hair.

"I'll be back in a few hours." Said the man.

Alex shoved the man's hand away with a smirk.

"Now remember you two, no roughing this house." Said the man firmly.

"Yes sir." Said both Virgil and Alex raised both their hands to the heads as a gesture sign.

The man then left the house.

"So what do we here?" Asked Virgil.

"Well we could go to the attic." Replied Alex.

"Why?" Asked Virgil.

"Dad asked me to clean it a while ago so I thought it could be something for us to do." Replied Alex.

"Well, it's a first I guess." Said Virgil.

They went upstairs and began putting stuff away in boxes.

Virgil found a black book with weird writing.

"What's this?" Asked Virgil.

Alex looked up and saw the book.

"Let me see." Said Alex.

Virgil handed over the book.

"I've never seen a book like this." Said Alex.

Virgil looked over the pages.

"What's this say?" Asked Virgil.

Alex looked at the writing.

"EspĂ­ritus Antiguos, Por Favor, Dame El Poder De Transportar." Said Alex in a weird language.

Suddenly a blue portal appeared and pulled them away to an unknown location.

The book Alex was holding fell to the ground.