It was around 12, the sunlight reflecting off the salt held in the hand of a certain man, a man of uncertainty through his home, a man with a gift. A gift used against him. His neon green eyes scanned
the color of the sand below, and around him that reflected beautiful yellows in golds throughout, and just staring, the certain Madrigal felt worried for his future, his families future, the future of Encanto. Was it all up to him? This unpredictable time holder was stretched out beyond him begging to be explored, to be worshipped and feared, to be watched over and prayed for that something wouldn't happen, but would. Although, all he could do was view the sight in agony. Agony of judgment, agony of the past pulling him back to the time he belongs. The pure and filtered agony of a step, the sands of time would burn his feet, the sun from any direction would cause you to shade your eyes in pain, the hot air showed no mercy of humidity. The humidity of his home, the humidity of the trees surround him. The humidity he was dried of so easy here in this dessert land scape, but here no trees could grow, or would grow to save the dwindling waste of water. No life but him throughout this wasteland. This sad wasteland. If he were to just throw the salt, he would be home, he would be back home again to be criticized for this, this pure moment of silence, but he felt a vision coming, and he felt it would impact us all.
/-/A/N Ooooo~ cliffhanger. I know this is short, but I needed a place to add in some of my inner poetic side of writing. Although I wonder who this person is? 🧐\-\
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.:Mi Amor:. A Camilo Madrigal x reader story.
FanfictionYou are Y/n, and honestly, you never expected to move to a magical city, anytime soon. But you did, moving from a small town to the smaller Encanto has been quite a ride. Especially seeing a man form in your dreams, to only recognize you after a fam...
