The Forgotten...? ••• 𝐂.𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐥

(21) 𝐇arrowing encounters

Narrator's POV:

"Camilo, why are there so many mirrors in your room? It's making me feel, queazy." Mirabel explained, looking from one reflection of herself in one mirror to another right next to it. She didn't know if it gave her the creeps that she could see about a hundred different views of herself through the mirrors or if the little voice in the back of her head was right. That the off feeling was provoked by the things piled in front of her and the others.

"I can't help what Casita gives me, Mira. I got shapeshifting and now I get to see my face every time I was up." He pointed out, his pointed glare fixed on Mirabel before he did a quick spin, with his arms outstretched. Once his long pivot was down and dusted, he sat down-again- but this time closer to the objects, wanting to inspect them himself. But when he made a move to pinch at the sopping wet piece of paper, of what was left of it at least, he got a quick and sharp slap on the wrist. He yelped, retracting his hand and holding it to his chest, cradling it close to him as he peered over at the perpetrator.
"Mira," Camilo whined, crawling closer to her and the paper that was now in Mirabel's hand. She peered at it with a grimace, feeling the texture was beyond weird and it made her body cringe. She looked up to Camilo when he mumbled to himself, mocking her again.
"Camilo stop acting like such a child. You're going to break this and this is one of the most important clues. The easiest to decipher."

"Exactly! So shouldn't I get that one. I'm not the smartest out of any of us, so I should get the easiest clue." Mirabel just sighed, it's been two years and it had only seemed that Camilo's excuses were getting worse. Giving a disapproving look, she shook her head not wasting her time explaining why he wouldn't have the "easiest clue" and she gave it to Dolores. Again, pancake flipped it, into her open palms and once she did Camilo groaned, knowing he won't be able to get that back for sure now.
"Camilo be quiet and wait for the adults to find something," Dolores emphasised, dragging along the word adults and Camilo gave her an offended look, before shaking his head and crossing his arms and sulking to himself. Why was he even here if he couldn't help, or find something? It was boring doing nothing and it's not like he could just leave, it's his room. Then he thought of something, if Dolores can have the wet paper-which Camilo wasn't too obliged to give away- he could have Bruno's vision. It's only fair, he clarified to himself.

Mirabel was interrupted once more when in her peripheral vision she saw Camilo making grabby hands for the shard of glass, in her hands. The young girl shook her head and regained focus on her current task. Whilst Camilo's only thought and reason to take it was that If he couldn't have the most useful clue he would have the second most useful. He could be useful.

Seeing that Mirabel was holding it and closely examining it, he attempted to snatch it right out of her hands. To focus on the shard to even notice the boy move, Mira, continued to run one of her fingers along with the engravings. But when the shard was snatched out of her loose grip she coiled back, hissing in both surprises and at a sudden stinging sensation on her fingers. She temporarily forgot about the pinching pain and looked at the perpetrator. She mustered up the most unamused look that Camilo has ever seen, he just have that silly, overused grin and scanned over the shapes and curves of the delicate piece f glass in hand.

Mirabel let Dolores scold him, whilst she looked over her hand, finding 3 cuts on the middles of three of her fingers. She grumbled to herself, it didn't hurt much but there was the odd trail of blood sliding down her hand and pooling In her palm.
"Ugh, Dolores I'm going to go to the kitchen real quick." She advised, stopping Camilo's and Dolores' tension-filled feud, of siblings' rivalry and she nodded to Dolores, pointing her thumb behind her before making a move to stand up.
"Why?" The bow wearing girl questioned, she was confused and it showed. Dolores just had one of those faces where you could tell what she was thinking half the time.