Prologue

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My name is Mirabel Valentina Rojas Madrigal. I am a 15-year-old Colombian girl. I'm happy-go-lucky, clumsy, an artist and musician. I'm the youngest daughter of Julieta and Agustin Madrigal.

I'm weak and pathetic, since I'm the only Madrigal that doesn't have a gift. Since I have to give a gift, no miracle, I'm useless.

Until now.

I'm immortal in every way. I can't die from starvation or dehydration nor through man-made objects. If I somehow die, I don't stay dead. I'm immune to all illnesses and diseases. But I do have one thing that can kill me, has killed me.

Now you're probably wondering "Mirabel you said you're immortal! That differently counts as a gift! You're not weak or useless."

Well, I'm both. You see I was given this gift, this power. I wasn't born with them. No one in my family was born with a gift, but given one. The only difference is that everyone was given a gift on their 5th birthday by a magical door. I was given it on my 15th birthday by my dead grandfather.

Let me explain everything...

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