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Fluttershy grapples with the realization that she is, in fact a monster fucker.

meanwhile in Discord's brain:

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ive been trying out a samurai jack-ish artstyle (cuz my samurai jack hyperfixation won’t stop urging me to make a samurai jack related post) and what better post would i make none other than the almost rehabed agents of chaos

BONUS, BABY:

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Red therapy Au

chronology

info about this au - part 02- char - summary

after the hour of the joy

friendship (flashback when catnap decide be friend to dogday)

heretic (hoppy's dead) - part 02 - part 03 - part 04

kikin punishement (kickin's dead)

rumors

claws - part 02

prototype plans

white smoke

fighting back (attacking play.co employees)

losing a friend

bobby talk

red dogday nightmare and eclipse - info about nigmare Dogday and eclipse

searching

the true (bubba's dead)

fight

poppy appear (red dogday vs poppy)

mommy returns

sleep time

poppy appear 2 time (lock)

pendants

coma arc (white smoke the cure)

escape arc - part 02

corrupt white smoke (red smoke 2.0)

bobby's dead (punishment)

craftycorn dead (time to hunt)

regreat - info about red smoke dogday

promise

tired

stay (catnap hurting dogday)

promise broken (dogday's dead)

never alone au

(This Au still in process and will have changes as red therapy progresses as well as having new updates but here tittles and peak what will come )

good morning my sun (dogday feeling sad as everyone apologize to him)

he arrives (catnap appear, dogday lost the memories from the past)

good boy (happy DD as player talk with CN)

night movies

nightmares

punishment

red dogday appear

pity (bubba and ms deligh helpig CN)

crafty's sorrow

nightmares attack

why does my heart cry

1006 attack (trigering a memory from the past)

hypocrisy (all the smiling critter except dd have a talk with CN)

want to recover the memories? (dogday deciding if recover the memories)

pendants/ promise

never alone

you can see more about my art on my other social media

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How is one supposed to do homework under these conditions

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Written for Febuwhump, Day 4! Diving back into Encanto today with an almost 2K story. Pretty large for a daily challenge.

Summary: Mirabel is the family nightmare they all hope doesn't happen again.

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Mirabel has had the same nightmare for so long, it’s Castia who comforts her. The house has long ago learned what to look for, how to soothe her before she wakes up. She no longer wakes up gasping, choking on her own tears as the door disappears again. It’s not her mama or papa that brush her hair back or rock her to sleep. No, since she was seven it’s Castia who will gently lift and raise tiles under her bedposts to simulate rocking. It’s Castia who encourages the curtains to brush her face like fingers.

Castia can get there quicker, as she watches Mirabel every hour. Sometimes Mirabel wakes and sobs into her knees, too embarrassed at eight to go sleep with her parents. Sometimes at eleven it’s still too much, and she’ll crawl into their room. Other nights at thirteen, she doesn’t wake at all, lulled back to peace by Castia but knows she had the dream because of her dried tears and the ache in her hand.

She reaches out, in her dream. Touches the doorknob. But as the magic blows away her hand always burns. The candle attacking her, even as the magic disappears. She always wakes up with her hand clamped to her chest and needing to massage it open.

Mirabel is sure Casita would help with her hands after nightmares if she could, but the house can only do so much to soothe the nightmares and rocking away –

Rocking away in the middle of the night is Mirabel’s bed. Antonio doesn’t think it’s strange, Casita can do what she wants and Mirabel looks peaceful. Sometimes the sound of it wakes him, a quiet thump thump of socks on tile but it’s a soothing metronome. He watches his cousin’s face, catches the slide of a tear, and hopes that in a week, that won’t be him.

He’s four, but he knows the night of his 5th birthday will change his life forever. Sometimes he has nightmares that his ceremony will be like Mirabel’s. He can’t think of anything else more terrifying, and he loves his cousin all the more for not letting it get to her. Too much, anyway. Because while she never cries in public, Antonio has seen her cry like this. He’s not sure she knows, she sleeps through her nightmares thanks to Castia, and he feels bad for thinking Mira’s life is what he wants to avoid. But he sees it upsets her, sees the cracks –

Cracks started forming in the house years ago. Bruno doesn’t know when, time is too fluid in the walls. Days, years, slip by. He tries to patch them up as well as he can, but he knows it’s a temporary fix. Something broke ten years ago, and it’s not done breaking.

He peeks in on his cousin. Mirabel babbles to Dolores about something, he can’t quite tell what, but she looks happy which is a relief. He’s started having new nightmares about her. The old ones were variations of his vision; Castia cracking, the encanto splitting, and Mirabel being shamed and misunderstood the way Bruno was all too familiar with. This new nightmare though had Castia perfectly fine, strong and healthy, but it’s his family who breaks. It starts with Mirabel, it always does, standing still as her glasses crack in two, then her fingers break off. A large crack forms on her torso and as she falls, Lusia experiences the same thing, then Isabela, Dolores, and so on through the family. Sometimes he watches the whole family crumble, other times the sight of Mirabel falling apart has him gasping awake. That’s his little cousin that he’s trying to protect, the whole reason –

Reason after reason rushes through Alma’s mind. Each one is flotsam on her river of fears, ideas she sees enough to identify but don’t linger enough for her to fully understand. She knows it’s because at heart, her fear is the unknown. Or rather, she knows exactly what she fears, but how or why it may come escapes her. She wants to know, needs to know, but nothing fits.

Casita can’t help. The house is many things, co-parent, friend, protector, but Casita can’t talk . It’s also possible that, as part of the miracle, Casita is just as clueless as she is.

Mirabel touched the candle. Said the words. Alma remembers the reflected glow in her eyes, the expectant wonder in her smile. The girl did everything right, but the candle sputtered and as soon as her granddaughter touched the waiting doorknob Casita brushed away the door.

Alma worries what it means for her family, for the miracle that’s kept them safe all these years. Had it dried up like a well, no more gifts to give a growing family? Will Antonio also not receive a gift? Was there something special about Mirabel, to not receive one? Alma's nights are full of nightmares: sputtering candles, disintegrating mountains, men on horseback, blood in the river. Does safety have a term limit? She kneels before the candle in the window and mouths a prayer-

Prayer has never helped in the past, but Pepa will try anything. Her baby boy will soon be five and he’ll walk across the tile, up the stairs, and to his door.

She kneels in the church, grey clouds hovering about her head, and prays to La Virgen de Chiquinquirá. Walks through how she wants the night to go. Antonio will get a gift. He won’t be like Mirabel.

Her niece had been devastated at the lack of a gift. She’s accepted it now, but Pepa knows Julieta frequently goes out of her way to tell her youngest daughter she’s special and important. She’s not a lesser member of the family for having no magic. Pepa knows a thing or two about forcing yourself to feel something else and she catches Mirabel at it occasionally. Then again, they all mood shift in front of Alma.

Mirabel is like them all – helping the village and a part of the family – and yet the nightmare none of them wish to be. It’s a bad thought. She tacks on a ‘please forgive me’ to her prayer, but asks for the same thing every time. Let her baby receive a gift. Pepa would do anything-

Anything for the family, Isabela thinks as she taps a fingertip to the floor of her bedroom. Madrigal women are strong, and not just the way Luisa is. Alma managed and led the whole encanto by herself, and her mother and aunt are no slouches either. Pepa pushes through her feelings constantly, and Julieta shoulders the family hurts.

You do anything for familia, Isabela knows this. It’s why she creates flowers though she tired of them years ago – the family and village wants them. It’s why she sought out a husband – as the oldest it's on her to carry on the family line even if she’d rather never marry.

She’ll never have her ideal life, she doesn’t even know what that is, but the one her abuela is weaving for her doesn’t have the feel of a nightmare. It’s just the emptiness of sleep – nothing to upset her and nothing to bring her joy.

If she could, she’d trade places with Mirabel. With no powers, and no expectations, her youngest sister is free in a way Isabela isn’t, free-

Freetime is a concept that doesn’t exist for Luisa. Maybe other people have it, but since she was ten her chores in the village have grown and grown. She has stress dreams, rushing to complete task after task even as the list of demands keep growing. She wakes up breathing heavy, feeling useless, and has to bench press something as a reminder that she’s strong. She can handle anything.

She doesn’t think she needs to train; while it’s been easier to grip things as her hands got bigger, she has not gotten stronger or faster. Just thicker. She looks the part. The strong Madrigal, both thick and tough compared to the rest of the family. Luisa trains anyway because if she doesn’t have a chore it’s a reminder of what she’s capable of. She’s strong. Indestructible. No chance for weakness.

The ceiling of her room is the sky. It’s always a perfect clear day – sunshine with clouds to watch, stars that twinkle at night. As a child, she would stare at it in awe, but now she allows herself only to look at them when she falls asleep. She gets lost in the beauty too quickly. She can’t waste the time when people need her. Her time isn’t her own-

Her own cooking has never lost its joy, for which Julieta is happy. She’s tried to keep it that way, finding ways to keep her hobby her hobby and not her job as the village doctor. New recipes, new ingredients. Kneading dough is therapeutic, and she enjoys watching people heal, enjoys knowing she made them better.

It doesn’t work for all hurts, she knows this as she watches Pepa come in from the church, sees the way Antonio has grown withdrawn recently. Dolores is having another bout of tinnitus that won’t heal, ears craning toward the walls even as Camillo starts up the bad habit of chewing his bottom lip.

“I worry about my hermanito,” he confesses, helping Julieta in the kitchen. “His ceremony is in a few days.”

Julieta hums, stirring onions.

“If it happens again…” he trails off, and Julieta knows what he’s going to say. Most of the family feels the same.

“You don’t want what happened to him what happened to Mirabel.”

“Yeah. Is that bad?”

“No,” she says. “You want your brother to have what you have, to be happy. And it was very hard on Mirabel.”

Camillo bites his lip, guilty. Mirabel’s ceremony came shortly after his, they’re five weeks apart, and Camillo had been too young and too enamored with his powers to comfort Mirabel. He’d made it worse, some days.

“If it does happen?” he ventures.

If that family nightmare came true? Well.

Julieta sighs. “We’ll treat Antonio as we do Mirabel. Like a loved, treasured part of this family. We’ll tell him he’s special. That we adore him. That he’s an important part of the family Madrigal.”

Julieta smiled at her nephew, and he smiled back.

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Alright so this is the first chapter to my mirabel weapons au but first I just have some quick notes

I am not much of writer so I'm sorry if the quality of this is not amazing. If you have any writing tips I would love to hear them

First chapter camilo is kinda of a bitch (he gets better) but just so you know it's mostly just this chapter

This my first time writing fanfiction since like the 6th grade so I apologize if anyone is wildly out of character

I do not have a official title for this fic yet so if you have any suggestions that would be super helpful!

Mirabel always knew she was different

And not in the way most people knew they where different. Most people knew they where different because of how exceptional they where at things like painting, writing, sewing and what have you.

No mirabel knew she was different because there was nothing special about her. At least compared to her family.

Her family could do incredible things from healing the sick, lifting impossible weights, changing the wheather and so much more!

Little Mirabel knew she was different at least from them. She didn't have a gimmick nothing she could do to draw attention to her. She blended in to the background with everyone else.

And that's what made her different to her family because she couldn't do anything special. Which made her different. To her she was just a normal seven year old

At least for now

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Seven year old Mirabel smiled as she walked in to the kitchen. Her family had all been there talking and smiling with one another.

Today the family was planning on what they where neededof for preparations for the traveling fair that would be in today. Aubula as always dealing out the task to each madrigal. Turing towards them as they ate explaining quickly with what each of them needed to do.

"Luisa the town needs help moving booth set ups for the fair today."

"Isabela the townspeople need help with decorating the the town center for the merchants arriving later"

"Dolores listen and let us know when people start arriving"

"Julieta the food stands will need help cooking"

"Camilo help out anyone who needs an extra hand setting up"

"Pepa, clear skys, don't stress. Where all counting on you for for a good festival"

Finally she had turned to mirabel at first the young girl was shocked. Was she finally gonna be given something to do to help the town? She thought as she tapped her fingers in anticipation

"Mirabel, stay out of everyones way"

Oh... mirabel frowned at the task as isabela and camilo snickered at the comment.

She sighed as breakfast went on as normal as everyone chatted with excitement about the fair. It happened every year or so. Merchants far and wide would line the streets of encanto and sell there goodies of food, toys, clothes, weapons, jewelry and other trickets.

For others it was a time of celebration and laughter and joy, time to spend with friends and family. For mirabel it was a time to wonder the streets alone with no one to guide her.

Her family would often pair up in groups and go have fun laughing and smiling. Never including her in there shopping and eating. She also didn't have any real friends she could hang with. Most kids made fun of her for not having a gift like the rest of her family. Which saddened mirabel but she would rather spend time by herself then with people who don't want her around.

By the time mirabel got herself out of her own self wallowing her family was already grabbing there things and getting ready to leave.

Mirabel not wanting to be left behind shoveled the last of her food in to her mouth and quickly and stood up feeling a sudden nausea from eating so fast but pushed through none the less

She quickly rushed up the stairs to her room to grab what she needed. Her bag she designed herself and the chore money shes been saving up for the last year just for this fair.

She grabbed a few other small things but nothing of to much value before she pushed open the door to the nursery and bolted downstairs. When she got there none of her family was there except for her dad who had elected to stay behind and make sure she got to town safely.

Mirabel was grateful that her dad had remembered her but quite upset there other family didn't, as they left the castia the windows flapped as if saying goodbye to the last of the madrigals.

"So hows my special little girl doing?" Her father asked. She giggled at the question.

"Amazing I'm gonna get so much cool stuff there!" she said with a huge smile on her face.

Her dad nodded "I'm sure you will with all the money saved up? Maybe you could buy the whole fair." He joked which caused mirabel to giggle again.

" I need a much bigger purse for all that money!" She said earring a smile from her father.

"well maybe you could make it yourself! You seem quite good at sewing!" He said. The comment caused mirabel to smile to herself. Was she really that good? She pondered. Unfortunately before she could ask for confirmation there conversation was cut short by her dad being called to a honey booth.

Mirabel sighed, that's fine she thought. Maybe she could go talk to her sisters and cousins! Besides in her eyes she wasn't getting in the way if she did anything physically.

She marched forward to see who she would talk to first. When she spotted luisa grabbing a booth hauling it over to where a man was telling her to put it. Mirabel ran up to her just as she put the booth down.

"luisa!" she tried to say but was cut off by her older sister

"Not now mirabel I'm busy"

"That's okay! Maybe I could keep you company!"

"Sorry mira but I need to have my full attention on my duties"

"Oh that's okay! Maybe once the fair actually starts!"

The girl gave mirabel a pitying look before crouching down to mirabel level

"Sorry mira I already agreed to guard enacnto during the fair"

Luisa gave mirabel a small smile before patting her on the head

"But maybe you could hang out with some of the kids in you class" she said with a small smile on her face

Mirabel frowned, spending time with her classmates is usually a nightmare with there rude comments and occasional violent attacks with rocks she would rather anything else then spend time with them

But she didn't say any of this to luisa instead she just smiled and looked up to her

"Yeah maybe" she said bits of disappointment seeking in to her voice

Lusia smiled and nodded before being called over to a another person's booth.

Once luisa was far enough away mirabel sighed before walking once again. She stared at all the beautiful decorations that where being put up by the villagers. The banter and laughter they shared rang in mirabel ears as she walked past them.

'If the villager where putting decorations up that must mean isabela is close by!' Mirabel thought.

With in that in mind mirabel sorrowful walk turned in to a joyful skip as she searched for her older sister

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It didn't take long until mirabel found her. She was in the middle of a small crowd of people as she talked in a nice soothing voice to the villagers about where the flowers she has created should go.

As the villagers dissipated to do there work as mirabel ran up to her sister with a wide smile on her face.

"Isa!" She shouted as she stopped right in front of her sister. A strange look over took isabela face before morphing in to a deep angery frown.

"Do you not have anyone else to bother? I'm in the middle of something thats more important then whatever your about to say" she said through gritted teeth in a low voice so no one could hear her.

Mirabel frowned at the statement. 'But isa had already given everyone there task and supplies why couldn't she spend time with me' she thought

But she didn't argue after she didn't want to upset her sister anymore then she already did.

"Oh okay" she mumbled before turning and walking the other way.

The young girl walked on as other kids laughter filled her head. Mirabel had grown to resent the other children happiness. Why did they get to have that but not her? She always wondered what did she do to be so undeserving of it.

She countied to walk in the streets with these thoughts. Looking for anyone she could talk with. Finally she spotted her primos! Dolores and camilo! There backs where turned towards mirabel so they could not see the tiny girl approaching.

She quickly jogged up to them calling there names until they turned towards her.

"What's going on mira?" Dolores said in concerned tone while crouching to mirabel level. Camilo rolled his eyes at the exchange.

"Shes fine. come on! You said you take me to the actors tent before the show started" he whined as he tugged on his sister skirt. Dolores sighed before turning to camilo.

"How about we bring mira along with us? Huh" she said with a sweet smile. Camilo huffed before looking at mirabel with disdain.

"I don't wanna do anything with her" he said as he stomped his feet and walked off. Dolores sighed before looking at mirabel.

"I'm so sorry for his behavior maybe we can get you some ice cream ....." she trailed before standing up and looking around.

"There here!" She yelled to everyone on the street causing people to stumble trying to setup the last parts of there own booths.

Dolores had stood up and was a walking when she quickly turned to look at mirabel

"I'm so sorry mira! I promise I'll find you later and get you an ice cream!" She shouted giving mirabel a smile before then jogging off

Mirabel had no time to respond as she watched her oldest primo run off. She felt an overwhelming familiar sensation wash over her. The same feeling she got when she would spend her birthdays only with her parents while her families birthdays where celebrated by the whole town. The same feeling she got when she talked a little to loud and everyone would stare and whisper about how she shouldn't say so much for someone who can't even get a gift. It was the same feeling she got when she was so proud of her first embroidery pattern but when she tried to tell someone who wasn't her parents it was scoffed at and ridiculed.

It was a mix of resentment, anger and embarrassment

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All the traveling merchants have set up by now and mirabel was once again by herself.

Dolores had never come to find her for ice cream. Which was fine with mirabel she was use to these type of things happening so she walked with a similar disappointment in her heart. Her feelings became more akin to loneliness as she made her way through the crowed streets of people from far and wide that she had never seen in her life.

Mirabel stared half heartily at the trinkets from beyond the mountains that guarded her home. Beauties she had never seen in her life from jewelry to dresses to wood workings to beautifully made dresses she could only imagine making. She countied to stare in awe at everything that flooded her eyes until something shiny caught her attention.

Mirabel moved towards the object, out of the crowd and towards the booth. When she came close to it she saw what she was looking at. A leather handle with a gold hilt that curved downwards with engravings in the pattern of freshly sprung roses. The blade was slightly dull but still shined brightly in the sun with the same rose engravings as the hilt.

Mirabel had been broken out of her trance by the man behind the booth voice.

"You like that dagger?" The man said in almost in a amused tone. Mirabel quickly nodded. The man laughed at her responses.

"Alright but it'll cost you quite a bit." Before the man could finish mirabel poured all the money from her bag in front of the man. He stared at the money for a second before laughing once again

"Okay that's good enough. Let me wrap it up for you." The man said grabbing the dagger from the table before cleaning it and fitting it for a sheith. The young girl watched the man impatiently. Her short frame barely making it over the counter to see what the man was doing. Having to stand on her tippy toes to watch the man handle her soon to be most prized possession.

The man turned and saw mirabel trying to look at him over the counter. The man chuckled at the sight before sliding the dagger into mirabel hand and patting her of the head.

"There you go a beautiful dagger for an adorable little girl" mirabel smiled widely at the man before running off.

Mirabel had decided she had enough of the fair. 'Its not like I'm gonna have any fun' she thought bitterly as she made way to the castia to play with her new suvioner.

Part 2

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My day job is analyzing wildlife photos, and I've been getting this strage creature on camera recently... can anyone tell me what it is?

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Long week for Cas and Dean

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Guy's Guy's GUY'S-!

I just thought of a crazy Papa Bruno AU! I'm not sure if this has been done before so here goes!

So we all know that Bruno loves his rats like their his own children right? Well what if they were his children? And By that I mean Casita and the candle changing a few of his favorites into human babies.

I imagine this happening sometime after Dinner. Where Alma was again poking at bruno to have children and marry, he can no longer take all of the teasing so in a last ditch effort Bruno prays to the candle and makes a wish. A wish to have someone, the next morning Bruno wakes up to a commotion from his rats and witnesses Mirabel, his favorite at the time, transform into a human child before his eyes.

No more than a few seconds after he calms himself and her down he has an involuntary vision which gives him more information than normal.

He sees two branching paths of the future with main theme of his family and the fate of the miracle. In one Mirabel gets her door, remains human, and is named the next candle holder. and in the other Castia falls, and Mirabel returns to a rat.

Now bruno is tasked with raising a child and saving the miracle with little idea how to do either

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Dolores: I’m a moderate, peaceful woman.

Mirabel: Five minutes ago, you threw a chair at my sisters.

Dolores: That was a moderate, peaceful compromise from the table I was going to have Mariano throw at them.

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I had a dream last night.

I don't know, if it was AU or something, or what was the context of that scene... but I remembered that :

Isabela, Mirabel and Antonio asleep, cuddling together. No context. Just two sisters and their baby cousin snuggling

WHO NEEDS CONTEXT❓❗ NOT ME❗❗

Idk bout you but i'm rocking wit this. My favorite kinds of tings 🤠 i also have random dreams about stuff with no context. Sometimes of preexisting aus, sometimes its something that has nothing to do with anything 😭

Dunno what I was going for but. Who cares i still like them.

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Alma: where’s your brother?

Julieta: oh he offered to wash the dishes

Alma: But Bruno hates washing the dishes

Pepa: Yeah but he loves to imagine his life as a telenovela protagonist

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Too fast

Yoooo guess what i found just chilling in my computer since april?

I made this because i headcanon due to Julieta's demanding work, she's so busy to the point she didn't see her daughters that much and since they are not young children anymore they don't spend that much as they did when they were young and the 3 girls also have their own stuff in their lives to deal with.

I'm not saying that Julieta is a bad mom, it's just common for family members to grow apart as they get older but that doesn't mean they stop loving and caring for each other. Julieta is an awsome mom.

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I feel like mirable was going to run away

Mamá-Daughter Trouble

What happend here?? 👀

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Yes. There will be another comic continuing this and explaining what happend. When will it come? Idk. The only thing you have know that Mirabel is distantcing herself from her mother because of someone. Who is it? We'll found out in the next comic.

Hey, can i squeeze this big story in a 10 page comic and have it be done in just 2 days? Yeah apperently.

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I know it is canon that Pedro died back then.

But even after watching Encanto the first time I found it noticeable that we never really see what ultimately happens to him.

Yes, we see him walking up to those soldiers but then we immediately see Alma do her light show and then the hills grow and cut her off from the river and she looks at that closing gap almost like she hopes to see him.

Now, imagine!

Imagine a Pedro, hurt, almost dead, but surviving, somehow escaping their pursuers through his own kinda miracle.

Imagine his recovery being long and hard, not quite knowing what happened but knowing that the path is gone, and knowing that his Alma would have come looking for him if she was still alive.

So they must be dead.

Imagine him growing old and mourning his family, going to that river every year to pay his respect.

Imagine him 50 years after that fateful night, going back to that river and there is the path again, a gap in the hills.

Imagine him walking into the valley, finding a beautiful little village, a kind of place his Alma and him have always dreamed of finding after their escape.

Imagine him meeting people and them telling him about a magical family that lives there.

Familia Madrigal.

Imagine him hobbling up to that house, his walking stick in his hand, sweat on his brow, heart racing.

Imagine him reach that house and seeing...

Them.