Encanto 2 - A Tale of United Families

Life in the Encanto

Here is chapter three. Two short versions of Disney songs will appear and credit goes to Phil Collins. For the first song only half of its original version will be sung. I may put the next half later on in the story. Enjoy the chapter everyone

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Life was just perfect for Mirabel and Juano. The same could not be said for those they left behind. In the town of Encanto, nearly a week's walk away, there was no happiness or joy. Just boredom and loneliness. Even the Casita held no happiness. It had no magic, nor miracle though being born from one, no gladness.

The Madrigal family were unhappy. Antonio sat in his room cradling the jaguar toy Mirabel had given him. He hugged it every night, praying that Mirabel would one day return. But his wish never came true. Isabela and Luisa sat alone in the kitchen, looking at the photos of when they were kids and they were so close to Mirabel before she turned five. They came to a picture of the three of them when Mirabel was just born. They held her with love and care. The memory made them cry.

Why couldn't we have been better sisters? Luisa asked herself.

I should have been there for her. Isabela lamented.

Camilo sat alone on the staircase holding a photo of himself and Isandra. He yearned for the golden days when they were young and so close together. He missed her so much not to realise she still wore the same pendant he gave to her.

Felix and his wife Pepa walked in the silent markets. Usually, the atmosphere was upbeat and moving but everything was glum and slow. All its ecstasy had vanished the day the miracle died. Their faces matched its vague spirits.

Dolores walked into another part of town. She tried to say hello to the locals but they ignored her. She was invisible. She tried to talk to Mariano, and confess her long-hidden feelings for them but he shunned her believing she had blurted out Mirabel's secret on purpose on that proposal night so the dinner would be ruined and Isabela wouldn't have to marry him. He accused her of trying to ruin his happiness and never wanted to speak to her at all. This made Dolores feel so guilty. She tried to visit the heartbroken Lopez who had never been the same again since the departure of Isandra and Gabriella. Once again she pushed away. She had begun to believe that her former ability to hear everything had been nothing but a curse. If she hadn't been so tattle-tailed perhaps things would have turned out differently for all of them. Mirabel and Juano's secret wouldn't have been exposed. They might have saved the miracle had everyone not been so against them.

Julieta and Agustin genuflected in front of a monument to their beloved Mirabel. Around her photo were all the things she had when she was a kid. Her ceremonial dress. Her bow. Her little toys. Though they knew out there she was alive and hopefully safe, the pain of not having her with them in their arms was so unbearable. They also had one for Bruno and Julieta had done a little drawing of him with Gabriella and Pedro. She wanted to remember her brother. She regrated deeply on how she never stood up to their mother and wasn't strong enough to stand up to the Lopez family so he could have a life with the woman he loved.

Alma, eighty-one years now wielding a cane waddled heartbrokenly around the garden. All the thrill she once beheld had long gone and she was now a distant old woman, ostracized by the community. And even much of her own family. She sat on a bench, the grey clouds brewing over her. There had been not much sunlight since that grave day her son and granddaughter left six years ago. She had never been the same at all. All she could feel was a loss, grief and tremendous guilt. All she could think about was all the pain she had caused her loved ones, especially her son and youngest granddaughter who she saw only the worst, who she had driven away. All those awful things she had done to them, came back to her, haunting her, punishing her for her mistreatment.