"AMARILLO" (A Camilo Madrigal Fanfiction)

Chapter 7: La Casa Luna

"Since then, I've been sneaking out to the woods to find her."

"The woods was our kingdom." He paused, and his sight shifted to the wooden floorboards.

"At least that's what she said." He changed his gaze towards the window where he could get a view of la casa Madrigal from the second floor of the house. The sun could barely illuminate the sight of their home in the distance. It was nearly dark."Rebuilding Casita kind of reminds me of her."

Then he smirked and said, "She used to build stuff a lot. Some were even used to prank intruders. "

He paused again and added, "One time, she even made a little house for dwarves and fairies."

He was in a trance as he reminisced about the times he spent together with the little girl he used to play with in the woods. He remembered her smiles, and the sound of her laughter echoed in his memories. He smiled and chuckled, "She thinks the woods is enchanted."

He was broken from the trance when his little brother, Antonio, asked him, "Where is she now? What happened to her?"

His eyes were downcast. His smile faded away as he slowly turned his head back to Antonio, sitting next to him. "I don't know. She just disappeared."

"I asked Dolores about it, but she refused to tell me what happened. She just told me that it's dangerous out there." He added.

Antonio felt empathetic towards his older brother. He looked into his sorrowful eyes, and he instantly knew what he was thinking. He placed his little hand on his back and said, in a soft voice, "I hope she's okay too."

It had been years since Camilo last saw the little girl. He is now a young man, grown and more handsome than ever—according to almost everyone in the village. He is fifteen years old and now has a cute little brother to protect and to play with.

He is around five feet and four inches tall. He is slender-built yet very athletic.

His brown curls look auburn whenever the sun hits them. His hazel eyes with green flecks were ever-piercing, along with dark tints on his lids that made them stand out even more. He had cute freckles all over his cheeks and across his round nose. His skin was golden-toned, and his smile was as bright as the sun. And with his signature yellow ruana, he looked like a sunflower in full bloom.

The sun had officially set. Camilo and Antonio were already in their sleeping garments.

Their conversation was interrupted when Pepa came into the room with their godfather. "Camilo, could you help your padrino with something?"

Their padrino stepped closer into the room and added, "I invited my niece and nephews over to help. They'll be here tomorrow. We need to set up their rooms."

Camilo got up from his seat, and placed his hand on his little brother's shoulder for a brief moment before turning to his godfather and saying, "Okay, Señor Andres."

It had only been a few weeks since the Madrigals lost both their gifts and their house. Times were tough with all the adjustments they had to make. But they're doing their best with the support of every single family member and villager in Encanto.

Andres Luna was married into one of the wealthiest families in the village that owned a large house, big enough to house all of the Madrigals. He was a good friend to the Madrigal triplets and was the godfather of all of their children.

The house had slightly similar architecture to Casita. Just like casita, casa Luna had ten rooms. Three doors on the left just beside the stairs, four doors on the right, and three more on the north. The colors around the house were a mixture of both warm and cool colors but aesthetically harmonized. The tiles were a mix of soft orange and baby pink with purple and violet patterns. Some parts of the house had yellow-green tiles with yellow floral patterns on them. And the second floor was almost all wooden, with blue to violet railings. The roof was crimson red, and the wall outside was a mixture of yellow, soft orange, pink, and a few shades of blue and green for its accent. Each room had its own personality, in accordance with its original owners. The doors had carvings of flowers on them, and no two doors had the exact same type of flower. All except for one. One plain white door down the hallway.