Primrose ~ Camilo Madrigal x Reader

Part 30

I walked up the path to the glowing door slowly, each step like a crack of thunder because of the silence of everyone around me. It was a terrifying moment, and I now felt sorry for Antonio. He had to go through this moment after ten years of uncertainty of whether the Madrigal bloodline would have any more gifts. His gift gave hope to the town, but if it went horribly then he wouldn't have been as adored as he was.

The anxiety rose inside of me with each step I took. I knew something would go wrong here, something that would happen to me that would change everything. The woman who I assumed was my grandmother was talking to me, and while my younger self was paying attention, my older self was looking at the glowing door behind her, and prayed that whatever was going to happen wouldn't happen, that this was something I was wrong about and that everything would be ok.

But I knew what was going to happen when I saw what was happening to the door. It's handle didn't glow like Antonio's when I touched it, didn't give off a feeling of hope and joy like his did not too long ago. Instead it stayed the way it was, and then as I looked up I felt a feeling of fear as the door began to disappear, it's small glowing particles disappearing slowly as it went missing right in front of my eyes. I wanted to turn around, wanted to look around, wanted to see people's reactions, but I was frozen in place, staring at the cold, dark wall in front of me.

I didn't know what was going on around me, only hearing the quiet murmurs of the townsfolk as they talked amongst themselves about what had just happened. It was only when one man began to yell that I finally turned around, pointing his finger at me, then at my parents. He was one of the people that were at the table this morning, so I assumed he was family. "That can't be your child! They would have a gift if they were!" he yelled, tears beginning to form at the corners of my eyes, and tears beginning to spill out of my mothers. "Of course they are our child, how wouldn't they be!" my father yelled back, pulling my mother into a hug as she cried.

"Show us then, Natallia!" a woman next to him yelled, one that I also recognised from the morning, at my mother. "Fine, follow me" she told the couple bitterly, the three of them walking away from everyone else. My father ran over to me and carried me away from the crowd. My younger self buried themselves in his chest but my older self wanted to follow the three. I wanted to know what they meant by 'show us'. I was left alone in my room by my father, after leaving me he ran off, supposedly to go console my mother.

After a minute the girl I was with all day came into the room, looking me in the eyes for a quick moment before running over to hug me. "I'm so so sorry Y/n" she cried, holding me tightly to console me, but all I said was "Are you not my sister?". Now I knew she was my sister, but it didn't make sense. I was always told that I was an only child, according to my parents at least. Another thing they lied about.

"Of course I'm your sister. Look, let's go see what mamí's seen, then we'll know for sure all right" she said to me, holding my hand and pulling me out of the room. Outside it was empty, everyone from the village had already gone home. The air was now cold, no warmth from the few hundred people that were here not too long ago. Then I was pulled from the balcony and into the doorway of a room. When I looked in I saw my mother, her fingernails deep into the wrists of the man and woman from earlier. The sight of it made me want to throw up, but I stayed there, watching. After a minute, the three of them pulled away from each other, blood spilling out of their wrists for a moment before they were healed completely.

"There, do you trust me now?!" my mother barked at them, but a sour smile spread across their faces. "I guess so, but having no gift will tarnish our reputation. Look, I'll make everyone forget about them and then we'll put them into a nice family" he said sweetly, but his words made my mother furious. "Are you actually insane?! Of course we're not going to do that! What kind of monster are you?!" she yelled at him, and I just couldn't take it anymore. Even though I was seeing through my younger self's eyes, I still felt everything the same, and the feeling of betrayal was a knife to the heart. And I just ran.

I didn't know where I was running to, but the path started to feel familiar to me. I arrived at a house, quite small but it seemed quite homely, with the golden light of candles illuminating the inside, creeping out slightly through the cracks of the windows. I rapped on the door quickly, scared of someone coming to get me. I made it seem like I was still in my room but by this point they might have found out it was a trick. Then, the door opened softly, and a small girl my age opened the door. I didn't notice who she was for a moment, scared of people finding me, but then I looked at her and said her name. "Maria. Can I come in?" I begged, and she quickly pulled me inside.

I was brought to her living room, and both her parents I assumed were already sitting there. "I thought you'd be here soon. That seemed hectic" the man said softly, offering me a small cup of some sort of hot drink. I took a small sip, the sweet taste overwhelming my senses, and it made me calm down very quickly. "You can stay here tonight if you want to" the woman offered, and my immediate nodding was all she needed, and everyone began to laugh softly.

I was brought up to Maria's room quickly so that I could change out of the itchy clothes I was wearing. It wasn't like this before, but the anxiety seemed to make me all sweaty so I needed to change. I was put in a yellow outfit, and it matched the flowers that adorned the fields that protected us. I was left alone in the room for a bit so I could calm down from the evening's events, but I mostly just laid on the bed for about an hour, staring at the ceiling and thinking about nothing.

But then it happened. The feeling of an earthquake. It struck the house and threw me out of the bed. Everything in the room was a mess, but I didn't take note of it this time. I knew what would happen, at least for a bit, so I was only looking out for the differences. I ran out of the house quickly, my path already made so that I would get to my house the fastest. I don't know if it was me now or my younger self controlling my body but it seemed both of us knew that urgency was important.

When I got there I noticed all of the destruction. It was worse than the Madrigals, the ground and buildings around the Casite also being destroyed. There was screaming though. So much screaming. My mother screamed my name at the house, probably thinking I was still inside. My father yelled at the man and woman from earlier, everyone else yelling at each other in anger and fear over what was happening. It was terrifying, and I wanted to leave, but my body wouldn't move. I only stared in fear as everything around me also began to be destroyed. The rising anger in my family kept rising, and everything kept falling. Townspeople's houses were being destroyed by the second, falling around people and, though I don't think my younger self knew, on top of people. It was terrifying.

Then the house began to fall more, and a huge chunk began to fall near my family. My parents and the men from earlier began to run towards me, but from all of the arguing, nobody else did, standing in place as a part of the house fell on top of them, cruising them all and taking their lives. It was gruesome, and all I wanted to do was look away, but I stood there, just staring. The man from earlier turned around, face clean from any anger, replaced with fear and sadness. But it seemed as though he got through the first stage of grief quickly, anger flooding his face once more.

"It's their fault!" he cried out, grabbing a piece of the broken out and running towards me. My parents ran to him, most likely trying to stop him from murdering a child, but before I could see everything, I slipped and fell, hitting my head hard on a rock, then slipping into sweet unconsciousness.