One Hundred Broken Mirrors| Camilo Angst | Encanto

Every Ending Needs A Start

Even though he wasn't sure if the whole experience had been a dream or not, Camilo searched left and right for Dolores as soon as he woke up.

Scared out of his mind, Camilo stormed around the Casita for his sister. He needed to know if it was really her last night, he needed to know how long Carlos had been Dolores. He needed answers to everything.

And he needed all of them now.

Eventually, he spotted her whispering to Pepa, looking quite more concerned than usual.

Walking down the stairs as fast as he could, he hurried towards his taller sister, and tapped her on the shoulder.

"And so I wanted to talk to him but-" She turned to face him. "Oh, hi Camilo, hey are you feeling alright, last night you just-"

"Dolores did we talk at all last night."

She looked to the left, trying to recall any memories from the night before.

"I don't believe we did.. do you want to talk about what happened though?"

Camilo couldn't listen. The exact moment she had basically said 'no', he felt paralysed.

Oh shit.. Oh shit it was Carlos....but how?!? He hugged me.. it was a vision, how could I have been able to actually touch him?

"Camilo, did you... want to talk about something with me?" Dolores reached towards him.

"No, I don't want to-"

"Look, whatever this is, it has to wait, Abuela won't be happy if we're late." Pepas voice ripped through. "So I was wondering if we could all get ready for lunch?" She said, looking slightly concerned.

Pausing for a brief moment, Camilo nodded and pushed past Dolores, going outside. He didn't want to explain anything, he was too tired, too confused.

Once outside, he took in the fresh air waving at him, and wispy clouds flew above his dizzy head.

The change in scenery relaxed him, taking away the fear.

Walking outside, he noticed a buffet prepared on a small, oak table, the fragrance of freshly baked food wafted in the warm air.
I should probably stop thinking about whatever's going on and just start acting like my old self, maybe that will clear my head.

He took a short breath and looked around for anyone.

Once he was sure no one was around to potentially see him, he spun around, and felt an immediate raise in height. Being one of the shorter members of the large family, it was natural for him to be stuck in awe at how much taller he could be.

He ran fingers through curly hair, pulled into a tight bun, and knew who he had shape shifted into.

"Dolores" slyly walked over towards a table, sprinkled with a fine buffet of food for lunch. Normally he wouldn't like using his gift, but he wanted to see if he could still find a use in it.

Camilo sidled up behind the table, peeking at all the well made food. His hands soon reached for a patterned plate lying on a stack and he slide it into his hands, once again checking to see if anyone was around and saw Agustin and Julieta pushing the doors open, hand in hand.

Camilo swiftly began stacking his plate with food, hoping to grab seconds later on. He almost forgot the character he was acting as and slowed down, knowing that Dolores always grabbed the food slowly and delicately.

His thoughts shifted back to the night before, when he was talking to her.. or him, he couldn't wrap his head around the whole situation. But he wondered if what the voice said was true, about the time when Dolores stood up for herself.

What did Abuela do to her?

Camilo was interrupted by someone sidling up next to him, talking in a fast pace.

"Dolores! Hey..you know out of all my older cousins you're like my favourite cousin, so I feel like I can talk to you about anything ergo you can talk to me about anything, like the problem with the magic last night that no one seemed to worry about that maybe you've heard about? That maybe I should know about." His cousin exclaimed desperately.

Camilo looked back and forth between the food and Mirabel, debating whether to make a run for it or to reply, then deciding it would be best to just run considering that although he could take on the body and features of a person, he couldn't take on the exact voice.

He was about to dash of when his thoughts were interrupted by someone else.

"Camilo.." His father scolded. "Stop pretending you're Dolores so you can have seconds!"

Camilo scoffed and switched back into his regular self. "Worth a shot," He complained before swiftly being hit in the back from the Casita.

He placed his serving of food on the hard wooded table Luisa had put and eagerly sat down.

He noticed Mirabel moving her attention from Dolores to her older sister Luisa, and slipped in the seat next to her, to which Pepa didn't take very lightly, a strong thunder cloud forming over her messy hair.

Abuela had begun talking but Camilo decided to ignore her and focus on his mind.

Seeing problems for Camilo was different than others, instead of conjuring up solutions, he'd imagine them as cars on a race track, whichever car crossed the finish line, was the one to worry about the most, and right now he didn't know which one was in the lead.

Camilos thoughts scrambled around, in orders that he couldn't figure out and he zoned out of everything, not even touching his food.

He didn't notice Mirabel and Luisa had left.

Hello everyone, yes I know I've been gone for a while and I know that this chapter was short but I'm really trying to figure out a lot of things and I'm pretty tired and posting this at 12 am so I hope everyone has a good day 😭