abuela picked up a book with the label 'the curse of the golden doors' wich had a magic door like glow to it with camilo on the cover.
"It had felt as though time had slowed down, the ambient sounds and the shouts of his family fading from the background as he watched the intricately designed candle falling, rolling on the windowsill. Mirabel was the first of the group of eleven to spring into action, Camilo and Isabel right behind her.
Casita ripped off a piece of the banister, allowing Mirabel to use it as a ladder. Isabela pulled at her magic and vines, sprouted from nowhere, in an attempt to pull herself up to the window where they had hugged just minutes before.
Camilo, on the other hand, raced up the stairs, trying to make sure his foot didn't get caught. Adrenaline pumped through his veins and his sprint through the balcony area was all he could concentrate on.
His yellow ruana dirtied with the dust on the ground as he slid beneath the falling banisters and planks of wood, his brown curly locks getting coated with the white powder. Out of the corner of his eye, Camilo saw Isabel fall to the ground, her magic failing her for the first time, and he faltered. La Casita's tiles began flowing in a wave motion pushing Isabel and the rest of the family besides himself and Mirabel out of the house.
"-Milo! Camilo!" His mother's terrified voice brought him back to reality and he watched as Mirabel almost fell, scrambling to get up to the candle. Camilo launched himself over the balcony, transforming into one of the adult villagers, getting ready to hit the awning, until he realized he didn't reach.
The familiarity of his power suddenly drained from his body, and the wind was knocked out of him as he was forcibly transformed into his original form. And all of a sudden, Camilo was falling, falling, falling.
The boy didn't even have time to react before his small body hit the hard, cold tiles, the sound of cracks filling the air. Camilo let out a high pitched scream, pain flooding his body as his body slammed into the ground.
He couldn't move. He couldn't move. He couldn't move.
Stabbing pains could be felt throughout his entire body, and it felt as though his blood had just been lit on fire with how bad everything burned. The sounds around him felt muffled, as though his ears were filled with water, and at that point, he was terrified. No longer could he describe his surroundings around him, the immense pain and fear clouding his brain.
He cried, he cried, and he cried.
He cried for someone to save him.
He cried, he cried, and he cried.
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A smile lit up her face as she grabbed the candle, her expression quickly falling as Bruno's tower began to crumble, and the house worked fast to get her down to safety. The roof's tiles, folded into a slide, bringing Mirabel down to the bottom.
A broken sob to her right made her look over, the usually bright yellow ruana that she had known to grow and love, faded into a pale yellow-grey. "Cami!" Mirabel dropped the candle, not caring anymore about it.
As time slowed down once more and she stared in horror, Mirabel realized how broken her favorite primo looked right now. The boy's face was scraped up and bruised, dust covering his messy hair, and short, painful, and shallow breaths erupting from his mouth in between the sobs.
Mirabel almost vomited at the sight of Camilo's arm, the tan skin ripped through from the jagged end of bone sticking out of his body, a slow trickle of blood flowing down. Both of the young boy's legs looked malformed as well, an odd angle where the knee connected to his lower legs.
