Encanto 2 - A Tale of United Families

Arrival

Mirabel struggles with what to do but Juano reminds her that they have each other to hold on to. They all join in with their family as they vow they will fix it together. / Meanwhile, the Madrigals arrive and hear the end of their song; but they don't realise it's them.

The green clouds hadn't lifted from the city the next morning. Though the sun rose over the mountains, beyond the peaks, the citizens saw green clouds spreading slowly over their civilization like a ghostly shadow. The children were so scared that they stayed indoors. The market people continued their jobs but their constant worries made them grow more scared every moment.

From her ledge, Mirabel observed the unhappy city. For the first time in six years, she felt scared, uncertain, unsure. She felt just like she did when the miracle in her birth home was dying. That feeling made her remember how she and Juano couldn't save it. What if this was gonna happen again?

She heard footsteps approaching but didn't turn to meet who it was.

"You okay sobrina?" Bruno asked. Mirabel didn't answer him. He sighed. "Hey, it's gonna be okay," he came to her side,

"When this happened back in our old home, I was so certain Juano and I could save the Miracle. And we failed. Now it's happening all over again. What will happen to us? To all these people?"

Bruno stared out and saw how unhappy the city had now become. "I don't know Mirabel. But I know that together we can save it. You and Juano were alone," he twisted his head. "But not this time. This time we're gonna do it together,"

Mirabel turned her face and saw the love and faith in her tio's eyes. She hugged him and he hugged her back.

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In his room, Juano stared at the candle. The dark colour was spread slowly up the candle. It would be days because it would be completely devoid of any light. He felt useless. But he didn't want to give up. He castled his light around the candle but all he received were shocks of pain through his hands.

"You've got to stop that," Isandra spoke up from his open door. "You could hurt yourself,"

Juano turned his head and saw her worried face leaning against the wall. "How can I just give up? This is just like what happened six years ago. I can't bear to let Mirabel down again,"

Isandra sat beside him. "You've never let Mirabel down. I know that you feel guilty for what happened back there but it wasn't his fault,"

"I know that up here," Juano pointed to his head. "But in my gut..."

"You still blame yourself..."

"I feel like if I fail again, I'd fail her,"

"She loves you. So much. There is nothing you can do that'll have hurt her," said Isandra positively.

Her words comforted Juano a little. But both remained spooked by the dying miracle in Juano's hand.

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The Madrigals, the Sanchezes and all the refugees walked through the jungle, following the dried-out river as the grandfather said. No one spoke a word. They were either sleeping on the carts, pulling them, carrying baskets or riding horses.

Luisa noticed the grandfather was a bit slow as he pulled his cart with his two tired grandchildren. "Here. Allow me," she offered kindly.

"Thank you," said the grandfather. "That's very kind of you,"