Chapter 7: The Door(s)

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It had been years since the Madrigals had lost their magic, but with the help of their new Castia, their powers had finally returned. One day, as the family was exploring their new home, they stumbled upon a set of new doors.

"Look at these doors!" exclaimed Pepa, using her weather-controlling powers to clear away the dust. "I've never seen anything like them before."

Bruno, the family's resident seer, approached the doors and examined them closely. "I see something—a name—written on each of the doors," he said, squinting his eyes. " Luz"

The family whispered to each other as they tried to figure out what the doors and names on them meant. "Do you think that Mirabel has, you know kids? Am I an Abuela?," said Julieta, the family healer and mother of Mirabel.

"Who knows," Alma, the Matriarch of the family stated.

"But why is Luz's name the only one written on the door?" Isabella asked, using her powers of plant manipulation to create a flower out of thin air to make the door a little bit prettier.

"And why does the handle burn when we try to touch it?" Agustin added, and Julietta nodded in agreement.

Dolorus, using her power of hearing, listened closely to the door but could not hear anything. "I don't hear anything coming from behind the door," she reported.

Camilo, who had the power of shapeshifting, transformed into a bird and flew up to get a better view. "I don't see anything on the other side," he said, landing back on the ground.

Antonio, who could speak with animals, tried communicating with any creatures that might be on the other side of the door. but no response came back.

The family stood there, puzzled and curious, wondering who is this Luz person is.

"We may not have all the answers now, but one day we will," said Luisa, flexing her muscles to show her strength. "And until then, we will continue to protect and support our family, just like we always have."

The Madrigals may not have had all the answers, but they knew they would always have each other.

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