Prologue

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Abulea Alma: Abre los ojos...open your eyes.

(ENCHANTING MUSIC PLAYING)

Young Mirabel: This is where our magic comes from?

Alma: Mm-hmm. This candle holds the miracle given to our family.

Young Mirabel: How did we get a miracle?

Alma: Long ago, when my three babies had just been born, your Abuelo Pedro and I were forced to flee our home. And though many joined us, hoping to find a new home, we could not escape the dangers and your Abuelo was lost. But in our darkest moment, we were given a miracle. The candle became a magical flame that could never go out. And it blessed us with a refuge in which to live. A place of wonder.

Young Mirabel: An encanto.

Alma: An encanto. The miracle grew. And our house, our casita itself came alive to shelter us. When my children came of age, the miracle blessed each with a magic Gift to help us. And when their children came of age...

Young Mirabel: They got magic, too.

Alma: (CHUCKLING) That's right! And together, our family's Gifts have made our new home a paradise. Tonight, this candle will give you your Gift, mi vida. Strengthen our community, strengthen our home. Make your family proud.

Young Mirabel: Make my family proud.

(FIREWORKS EXPLODING)

Alma: Yes, yes, Castia, we're going!

(Young Mirabel giggling)

Young Mirabel: What do you think my Gift will be?

Alma: You are a wonder, Mirabel Madrigal. Whatever Gift awaits will be just as special as you.

(UPLIFTING MUSIC PLAYS)

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