One Hundred Broken Mirrors| Camilo Angst | Encanto

The answer you don't want.

Once finished with the meal he never began, Camilo felt a thousand thoughts swirl around in his head, most he couldn't keep up with.

Cracks, Gift, Mirror, Broken, Carlos, Ceremony- When will all of this end????

He concluded that the breezy air was too warm, and he began his descent back into to the now decaying house, and entered his daily routine.

Suffice to say, this routine included moping back to his room and sulk in his bed, not bothering to do any sort of work Abuela would force him to do.

Once in his room, he slowly felt a familiar emotion begin to form. The lack of excitement as one would describe it, and the desire to endure extraordinary but ludicrous activities some considered to be life-threatening even.

Camilo attempted ignoring the sudden urge to start something dangerous, knowing it could lead to a visit with Death himself. He was aware of the situation last time.

However, he couldn't see any reasonable point in staring at a ceiling all day, and threw the covers off his bed, skulking towards his door.

Camilo would usually know of an enjoyable thing to do when experiencing these kinds of emotions, such as messing with his family or sneaking around town.

This time, was a moment where he'd have to figure out what kind of adventure he exactly wanted to have. It could be something ironic and stupid, or exciting and dangerous.

Camilo peered at Isabelas door as he crossed it, scoffing. The thought of him toying with her seemed to gradually become more tempting as he stood in front of it for a while longer.

But he quickly reminded himself that many times he'd done it, had earned him a vines thorn to the face.

Camilo had almost forgotten about the scratches still itching at him on his cheek, due to the incident the day before, and decided not to experience that again.

Returning back to the first step, Camilo lazily eyed the surroundings around him, all the same.

But then... his eyes caught something.

A small and narrow staircase, lying at the bottom of a short arch, that curved over, shadowing the door that laid at the very end.

The setting had an eerie and rather ominous effect, giving Camilo an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He had always ignored this part of the Casita, but today it felt like he had been invited to a party he didn't know the details of.

And this was a party he couldn't miss.

Shoving the rusty door open, he managed to push his way through. He brushed the dust that had landed on his ruana, and took note of the waterfall-like sand, pouring down.

He ran his hand through the tiny sand, the hard pressure pushing it down a slight bit.

"Well this is certainly not what I was expecting," He marvelled.

Looking back at the slowly swinging door, Camilo waited for any noise to interrupt him, but none came. So carefully, he slid his foot in the falling mass, but found no ground to rest it on. Camilo used the end of his ruana to cover a small portion of the sand and looked below him, finding the ground he was looking for to be further under him than he thought.

Grateful he hadn't jumped straight into the sand without looking first, (He wasn't that starved for excitement) Camilo carefully hopped down from the ledge and onto a pile of sand.

Wiping his face, he looked at his surroundings and backed away from the towering staircase above him.

"What the hell is this room?" He squinted at the bright light glaring from above the stairs.

Camilo turned his head around to look back, and concluded that this was a far more interesting experience he could endure than crying around the Casita.

Sneaking into his forgotten Tío Bruno's tower, which his family demanded to not talk about was one thing. But climbing what seemed like an endless staircase was another. Shortly, Camilos legs sensed a burn pierce through, and his breathing grew heavy.

After his triumph dissipated into frustration, when coming to the realisation that not only had he battled his way up the stairs but he would also have to leap for a humanly impossible jump, he gave up his curiosity and began heading back downstairs, only to then realise that he'd come way too far for him to walk that far down again.

(Don't know how I'd describe this next part so I'll just skip a bit, nothing story worthy that you'll miss though 😭)

Camilo rubbed his eyes and regained his focus, a spearing headache burst through his forehead unexpectedly. He found himself in another short hallway, dust waved around his feet as he moved further, careful to not make any sort of sound that might attract unwanted attention.

Somehow not noticing it before, he came across a circular door at the end of the hall, coated with dust.

Camilo brushed the surface of the stone door, or what he assumed was stone, and hesitated before attempting to open it.

Well I want to take my mind off of whatever's the fuck's going on. He thought, forcing the heavy door to open.

Inside it wasn't completely pitch dark, instead a cool green lit up the area, leaving only the edges to remain unseeable.

Camilo cautiously stepped through, searching around the room.

"This is empty, God Bruno why is your room so boring?" He sighed, stepping backwards for the door.

Only to find it completely closed again before he could get back out.

Camilo slid against the door, groaning.

"Well! Fuck."

What he didn't notice right away was the green glow had illuminated brighter, turning into a more spring green. But the light was sprawled out in different patches of the room, making the location of the source of the light visibly clear.

Camilo peered down at them, trying to identify the objects hidden amongst the sand. He carefully kneeled down to focus, brushing his fingertips against the smooth surface of what appeared to be a shard of glass.

"Wait....this looks familiar-" Camilo shook his head, trying to make sense of it all. "No, this- has to be a joke-"

Despite his words that tried unconvincing him, he searched for any others pieces that could possibly fit.

Two other small but sharp pieces of glass could be spotted nearby him, glowing from lime green to sea green, sometimes a mix of both.

Not bothering to check whether they fit or not, he recklessly snatched both and laid them out in front of his knees.

Somehow with the bit of luck he held in that moment, he coincidentally managed to pick the three pieces that fit together.

Camilo moved one other shard with the glass he already had a tight grip on and eventually found a spot where it connected.

He didn't notice the area beginning to gradually shake.

Still, he could make out a small portion of something depicting a specific scene, to which he didn't know whether it happened somewhere lost in the past or something eagerly waiting in the future for their turn.

Slipping the final shard into its place, he moved the glass around until he could clearly see what he'd waited to observe.

Now there was no denying it was a forgotten vision from his Tío Bruno.

Camilo dropped Bruno's vision in horror, pleading he could somehow forget what he saw.

(Yes I know it's been 10 days, I'm sorry I've been tireddddd)