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third perspective;

The sound of horse heels were thumping on the dirt as the trees danced with the hurricane.

The hurricane was inevitable, there weren't clouds earlier, it was sudden...was it even possible?

"go! go! there's no time!"

A man screamed, he was holding the only lamp the family has as he lights the way. The fire inside the lamp was begging to be light out but it was strong and continued to light the way.

The cries of a young one can be heard a few kilometers away as one of the members was left behind. Everyone was cold, exhausted and wet but they were glued to the path that was calling out to them.

"Encanto will be one moment away, keep going"

...That's when everything went black...

"calma, Pepa..."

A voice said.

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