°•.˜"*°•𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓭 •°*"˜.•° (C. Madrigal X Reader)

Chapter one hundred and twenty two: Familiar face

It's been years since that day. The day we left Encanto was an important one. Our decision to leave affected the rest of our lives. I often found myself closing my eyes to let my mind wander back to the memories of the Encanto. The smell of fresh coffee brewing in the morning, the sound of music filling the air, and the warmth of the sun on my skin, all sending me back to a time of simplicity and happiness.

I had only been at Encanto for about a month and a half before Camilo and I made the decision to leave. But the memories still left a huge impact on me. I remember the cobblestone streets, the bustling marketplaces selling exotic fruits and vegetables, and the laughter of children playing in the streets. It was a place where family was everything, and time seemed to move at a slower pace. Even when I was far away from the beloved Encanto, the memories of my time in the madrigal household will always hold a special place in my heart.

During Camilo and I's travels, we answered many questions that Camilo had about the outside world. What the food tasted like, what the weather was like, how cartoons were made, among other questions. But one of the biggest questions that we managed to answer was whether or not there were other families out there that were blessed with gifts.

We found many families, all scattered across the world, each and every family having its own complex dynamics between family members, struggles with their gifts, and issues with keeping or getting rid of the magic that they possessed.

Even if the gifted family was one of the luckier ones, one that was loved and adored by the surrounding people, they felt isolated and alone in a world that didn't understand their struggles. They were either seen as cursed monsters that brought bad fortune to those that interacted with them or great deities to be worshiped when all they ever wanted was to be treated like people. Real people.

Once Camilo and I knew that our families weren't the only ones and certainly weren't the only ones with issues, we decided that we wanted to create a community where magical families could come together and support each other.

It wasn't easy getting started. We had to overcome numerous obstacles, including finding a space to hold meetings and gathering support from other families. But we persevered, driven by our desire to make a difference in the lives of others like us.

Over time, our organization grew and flourished. We created a network of families from all over the world who shared their experience, provided guidance, and offered a sense of belonging to those who had felt isolated for so long. We organized events, workshops, and social gatherings to bring our community together and create a sense of unity.

I was proud of what we accomplished. Our organization had helped countless families find the support and understanding they needed, and had created a sense of belonging that they have been missing. I know that our work is far from over, that there are still many families out there who need our help and support. But I was grateful for the journey that we had been put on, and for the opportunity to make a difference in the lives of others like us.

As I sat down to plan our trip back to the Encanto, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. It had been years since I had last visited, and I was eager to see how things have changed and to reconnect with my family and the places that were a huge part of my childhood. But as I planned my trip, there was a sense of nervousness in the air.

'What if things have changed too much?' I thought 'What if the Encanto that I know is now lost to time?'

Of course, Camilo, who grew to be as kind and thoughtful as he was when he was a teenager who longed to see the world beyond his hometown, calmed me down. He let me push those thoughts aside and focus on the excitement that lies ahead.

The trip was short, much shorter than I remember it being when we first left. Then again, Camilo and I had a map and a general idea of where we were going this time. Eventually, Camilo and I found our way back to the river, still clear and glistening just as it was when we crossed it to leave the Encanto together.

As I made my way through the dense forest, I couldn't help but notice the path that had seemingly materialized since I had last been there. The foliage that had once been nearly impenetrable was now parted and cleared, revealing a winding trail that led right to the streets of the Encanto. The new route had been carved into the forest, inviting more people to enter the Encanto as well as making it easier for anyone that wished to leave.

"Oh wow..." I exclaimed softly in awe.

The streets were busier, the buildings were taller, and the music was louder and more vibrant. But as I wandered through the familiar alleys and marketplace, I was pleased to find that the essence of the place remained the same. The warmth and friendliness of the people, the vibrant colours of the houses, and the stunning beauty of the surrounding mountains all reminded me of the place that I had once called home. As I made my way to the Madrigal household, my hand clutching Camilo's, I felt a sense of nostalgia and longing for a simpler time.

Before my hand could make contact with the wooden door, the carvings on it changed slightly, the door swung open to greet Camilo and I with a familiar face and a kind smile.

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It's been so looong-

No seriously, it's definitely been a while since I've updated this thing. I haven't forgotten about it, I was just lazy.

I don't really have much of an excuse. But enjoy this brand new chapter!!

-Kolour