Land of Graces | Encanto

🕯 ║ Chapter II : The Vision

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After losing sight of the cavalrymen, they continued their search for a new village. Even with magical abilities, the Silvestres were unable to build a home in which they could reside.

They were able to rest and get by for eight months, finding a shelter for them to recharge for the next day. Each member used their endowed powers, each one beneficial to their security and safety.

They found themselves temporarily living in one of the high mountains after months of traveling. The necessities were easily accessible and sufficient for survival — all they had to do was gather them day by day.

The slanting rays of the sun glow warmly and brightly on the river's surface. Its riverbed was teeming with vibrant florae that provided color to the water. The shining stream near the forest emanates serenity, and it was there that Silvestre's eldest daughter, Lulu, was discovered.

Secélia, their mother, strolls along the riverbank with her youngest daughter (Y/N). She shows the little girl the tiny fishes in the river's brook.

(Y/N) reaches for the flowing water, hoping to catch a fish. Secélia smiles, but with her idle hand, she pulls the girl's arm. "Look at this," she taps the little girl's nose.

(Y/N)'s gaze follows her mother as she lowers her left hand and makes a fist. Her fingertips brushed against each other as though she were sprinkling something on the stone floor. As she does so, small glowing particles fall from her palm.

After a brief moment, she raises her hand to face the sun above. The lucid shards on the ground float to encircle her hand.

The (h/c)-haired daughter's eyes focus on the glowing shards as it spins around both of them. Luminous glass fragments glow golden around them, like small celestial bodies orbiting the sun.

Amid a hypnotic state, the little girl begins to cough violently. As she tries to swallow her own saliva, her throat grows dry, and she bursts into tears.

"Lulu, is there enough water to drink?" Secélia worriedly asked, cradling her nine-month-old baby, who was crying with thirst.

Lulu was sitting cross-legged on a protruding rock beside the river. In front of her is a view of a high mountain. Her long curly brown hair was tied in a low braid, trailing behind her. The river water rises from below and shapes into a large orb that spins between her upraised hands.

"Give me a minute, mamá." She says, opening her brown eyes filled with melancholy. Her brows furrowed, uncomfortably filtering the river water. She had never experienced this before.

The river's vibrant waves gleam beautifully, yet its memory carries something dark and tragic.

Lulu, a six-year-old, was the oldest among her siblings. She is capable of manipulating and filtering any liquid substance. She can tell what the liquid is made of, where it came from, and what memory it contains.

The sun shines through the now clear glob of water. She separates it with a wave of her hands. Her right hand moves to direct the water towards her mother as the liquid forms a straight line.

Unsullied fluid levitates towards Secélia. A thin layer separates from the row and floats over the cradled child's mouth as it approaches.

Seeing the floating trail of water, the (h/c)-haired child whimpers and turns her head to hide in her mother's arm.

"You have to drink, corazón, or you'll start coughing again." Secélia's fingers turn (Y/N)'s head, caressing it gently. She hoists her up, and (Y/N) gulps. She moves her head closer to the separated layer of water.