A very Bad speller (Siuddithsi and Andarian)

[Siuddithsi]

Darkness had long fallen over the tower of the wizard Sueiliman. But while others slept, a figure quietly crept through the dark hallways. Sylvia Starkraven, a slender 19 year old, silently opened the door to the library and crept inside. "I'll show him", she thought to herself. She had been an apprentice for about 3 years, but felt stifled. He had to be holding back, slowing down her training. But if she does a spell, like a summoning, she can show she’s ready for the big leagues. She brushed her silver-blonde hair out of her eyes with her hands, opened the case where he kept the powerful grimoires and picked a big one off the shelf. “Necronomicon” read the title.
“Never heard of it” she thought to herself. “But it’ll do”. She opened it at random and flipped to the start of the instructions for the spell on that page. Hours later, she had gotten the ingredients, drawn the Septagram and began the invocation. She read the spell flawlessly to the end “…Cth’aaghn, Cth’aaghn! CTH’AAGHN!”

And with a blinding burst of light, she disappeared. Blinking, she became used to the light and looked around. She was in a field of wheat, between a forest and a town. The forest was black. That is, made of solid black trees, even the leaves were black. The town was made of the same black wood, not just built from it, but GROWN from it, trees wide as houses had doors and windows, and leafy black canopies for roofs. There were women hoeing the fields, wearing tight clothes the same shade of shiny black with wide hats and smoky black glasses. She realized that the light was still bright enough to hurt her eyes and shielded them with her eyes to look at the sun. And her jaw dropped.
It wasn’t just that the sun looked white instead of yellow. THERE WAS A CAGE AROUND THE SUN! Or something. Hundreds of willow leaf shaped black stripes covered the sun! And now that she was looking up. The horizon...was missing. The land just seemed to go up, and up, like she was in the bottom of a giant bowl. And a huge shadow fell across the land to her right. She made the connection, the shadow was from one of the "bars" of the cage around the sun.

“WHAT! THE! HELL!” she said out loud. She looked at the book still in her hands. Should she see if there’s an anti-spell? She looked at the toiling peasants. Should she ask for help? At this point just getting on her knees and crying seemed like a reasonable option.