[DISCONTINUED] CAPTIVATED || CAMILO M.

five.

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It was laundry day for the Destreza siblings. You were not letting your anger stop you from cleaning up the dirty laundry. The morning sun was luckily shining bright today, Pepa musta be thrilled about Antonio's gift.

Hopefully, it stays that way.

“Hey, sis, where do I put this basket?” Adriana asked while shoting a little. You held the damp clothes you were hanging on your roof while moving a bit to the left to view your sister.

She was holding a basket of clean laundry, waiting for your instructions.

“Place it right up here, I'll handle them.” Your sister nodded and walked inside your home yet again to bring you the new batch of clothes fresh from the small laundry system you and your sister made with the town.

The basket you were handling at the moment was empty as you realized you were done for now, all you had to wait for was the basket Adriana was about to bring.
Knowing that it will take your sister a while to actually give you the basket, given that she's easily distracted by things, you took a seat underneath the shade at the left-most side of your roof to rest your legs.

“Standing under the sun for a solid twenty minutes is not at all that swell.” You sighed, leaning backwards into your seat.

You shut your eyes, your head resting on the wooden wall supporting your seat in the shade. After a hard day's work, a quick nap was what you needed.

Before you realized it, you were sleeping soundly and dreaming about random topics. Mirabel and Luisa running around the donkeys, Camilo getting carried around by orangutans, and Bruno emerging from a wall with rats following his movements.

Wait, what?

Your dream land slowly morphed into a different setting, the walls of the Casita changing color that fit the theme of your home when your mother was alive. You found yourself hiding at the top of the stairwell, peeking quietly as two adults emerged from the kitchen and into the loving room.

“Bruno, you need to look into her future.” A familiar woman's voice spoke with a sense of emergency.

“Señorita Floresca,” A man wearing a large green poncho followed behind the woman with hand nervously fidgeting. “I could but what if it leads to something disastrous?”

Your little hands gripped the wooden railings as you leaned in a little closer to eavesdrop on their conversation.

“I need to know what will happen to Mi Amor when I pass our encanto,” A sigh was heard from the woman as she sat down on the magenta-colored couch.

Bruno hesitated for a while, deep in thought. His prophecies were always labeled as those that bring bad luck, if he brought a bad one to his little Amiga Destreza, what if they made sure she thought of him as a villain?

The woman held his hands in hers, staring into Bruno's eyes as her brown orbs were flooded with determination that covered her fear.

He sighed in defeat, “Alright.”

In an instant, a large hurricane of sand teleported you into a spacious cave. You looked down at your feet, well, if you could see them. Your feet was nowhere to be seen as they sunk into the deep levels of sand.

The two adults were sitting infront of each other, trapped in a grey hurricane of sand. There were multiple short green lights that somehow mimicked movements and inanimate objects that resembled the Casita.

“There, there she is,” your mother's breath hitched as she pointed towards the moving image of you at the end of encanto, by the mountains that split in half when the Casita broke.