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It was a very sad time for the Madrigals.
Not only had their magic gone, but their house, Casita, had collapsed, and now, they were homeless.
But even worse, Mirabel Madrigal, the only member of their family that didn't even get a gift, had ran away, beyond the Encanto's mountains.
The Madrigals and villagers were very worried, so they searched all over for her.
Julieta and Agustin searched in the forest, and Felix & Dolores searched behind the ruins of Casita; Dolores listening as best as she could without her gift of hearing.
They searched as much of the village as they could, but they had no luck.
Luisa and Isabela were outside the church. Isabela was sitting on the steps, still in her splattered and stained dress, and she was thinking of Mirabel, and at the same time, watching her sister Luisa pacing endlessly.
Ever since the disastrous proposal dinner, Isabela had been hiding her feelings about how her life had been. Ever since she got her gift, to create flowers and plants, her life had been nothing but pure perfection, which turned her vain, and self-absorbed, and that was how she'd been treating Mirabel, ever since her gift ceremony went wrong.
But she knew deep down it wasn't really Mirabel's fault - it had been hers. She was just fed up of being so perfect all the time for her family, especially for her abuela, and of her 'forced marriage' to Mariano Guzman. But she never admitted it to her family though - they didn't want the miracle dying.
And yet.
When Mirabel came to talk to her, she thought back to the cactus that she'd created in the heat of their argument. then she realized;
Mirabel helped her realize her gift was much more than flowers.
She helped her to embrace the potential of it.
She helped her to get over her stress of being perfect, and to be herself, her OWN way.
Now, because of what had gone down with Mirabel and her abuela, she and her family were giftless, homeless, and worried sick outta their minds for Mirabel.
"I hope Abuela comes back soon." Luisa said, feeling more stressed than before the Casita crumbled. "I mean, Mirabel helped me to learn to to get too overworked." she added.
Of course, their Abuela, Alma Madrigal, the head matriarch of the Madrigal family, had gone out beyond the mountains to look for Mirabel.
"I'm worried about Abuela being out there." Luisa said. "I mean, there could be really bad people beyond the mountains."
"I remember." Isa said to her younger sister. She and Luisa each remembered the days on their Gift Ceremonies, when their Abuela told them about the soldiers that attacked Alma's old village, and claimed the life of her husband, Pedro, who would've been their Abuelo.
"Abuela told us about the soldiers who took Abuelo Pedro! What if they do the same to Mirabel?!" Luisa said.
The thought of it made Isa's blood boil. "If i still had my gift, I'd strangle those soldiers with vines, and tie them upside down, and even expose their underwear for the rest of the Encanto to see!" she growled.
"I'd never forgive myself either." Luisa added bitterly, and now, she was thinking about Mirabel.
she sighed, looked up to the sky, and said, "Abuelo Pedro, if you can hear us, please let us hope my sis is alright." she prayed.