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"Why do you ruin everything Mirabel."
"Why are you always in the way ?"
"You always mess with my life !"
"You are not living up to the name of the Madrigals !"
Every day every night was the same for her. Her family ignoring her.
He mother giving her apologies that she never meant. Her father just passing everything like it was a joke. Her oldest sister outright hating her, while the other one ignored her. The other side of the family prevented she did not exist, and her own abuela could ever hide her disdain for her.
Antonio was the only one that had showed her love and kidness for the past 5 years, but now that he has a gift, he will soon forget about her, and that is a pain that she refuses to see threw.
So she did what was best....and left.
Went in the middle of the night. Casita had helped her out so that no one could hear it. Other than Antonio the sentinent house was the only companion she had had, and she made sure it knew how thankfuly she was before she left.
Encanto has not felt like a home for a while, no point of staying.
She went first to the Mendez Family, Samson and Camilia. Samson is a trader, while Camilia was a seamstress. Both had always been very kind to Mirabel, not caring that she had no gift. Camilia had even been the one that taught her all she knew. In a way they felt like family more than her own.
The old couple had offered them their home, but Mirabel had to decline. She loves them...but she needs to leave this town, this place. She needs to head to a place where the Madrigal name means absolutley nothing. Only there can she begin to heal.
So Sampson offered to take her to a costal town far enough the village where she could start a new.
Mirabel agreed and in that night, she got on Sampsons cart, and gave Encanto one final look.
For one moment, she wondered if anyone was gonna come for her, try to stop her, to tell her that she mattered.
No one came...and that told her all she needed.
She looked away from the town, and it was the last time she looked at it.
Little did she know is that as she left, the magical house she leaved in started to crack.
Casita had tried everything on its power to help the Madrigals understand why Mirabel was so important. Other than Antonio, everyone else had failed.
Mirabel was Casita's favorite, and it was a shame to see her go. The last thing Casita did was ensure the girl will end up with people that will actually care for her. People that the ocean itself loved, and nothing is as pure as the ocean.
As for the Madrigal Family well.....reckoning was about to hit them. And Casita can only hope they notice before its too late.
Mirabel settled in surprisingly easily.
She opened a tailor shop with trader Samuel's help, and got consumers soon. The people here were surprisingly nice.
She was treated nicely, and had a nice hotel room, with not having enough still to get her own home, but she will get there.
Its not like she will have need for much space, she is just one person after all. After all, her time in Encanto had left her little hope to find a lover.
Mirabel had privately come to terms that she is bisexual. She feels the same attraction towards man and woman. But on the chance she ever chose a female lover, she knew Abuela would not accept it, she wanted the Madrigals to have kids after all.
Then again it’s not like Abuela would allow her to even have kids, believing their are cursed. So that’s an idea she might get on a future here.
She had gained some friends, but none close. She has only been here for two weeks after all.
"Man....that's quite a storm coming." She mumbled. She was at the beach collecting some shells for an idea she had. "Better go back inside !"
Mira went to rush inside when a giant wave almost hit her !
"Oh boy...the ocean is really having it today !"
But before she could move to her home she noticed something.
It was a boat.....crashed on the beach !
Mirabel dropped her stuff and hurried to see if anyone needed help.
"Hello, anyone there !"
Then before she could get close to the boat, a....chicken came out.
"What the ! "
The chicken looked....weird, he just walked like normal, like he wasn't just in a ship wreck,
"What in the world is this chicken..."
Before she could wonder, Mirabel finally saw a person crawl from the boat.
It was a woman, with long black hair, a lovely brown skin color and....goodness she was really pretty.
"Ow...that smarts." She mumbled. "Why is it always the same foot ?"
Mirabel looked at the woman again, she looked like nothing she had ever seen.
"Hello ?"
"Hm...oh hi ! Sorry ! Storm got pretty bad and the ocean refused to help me !"
She looked at the ocean like it spoke to her....which was weird but meh, she's used to it.
"Sounds like a bad ship wreck."
"You tell me about it. I'm Moana by the way. Moana Waialiki."
"Mirabel." She greeted her back. "Mirabel Madrigal...though the last name is loose at best."
"Huh ?"
"Long story."
"Hum...well I need to get on fixing this. The wood seems find but..the sail is are broken up."
"Wow. That is a beautiful sail." Mirabel could not help but admire that beautiful sail and how it had been made. And the unique textiles, she would love to work with that.
"Ugh, unfortunatly I lost my sewing kit on the storm ! Dam you ocean !"
"I could...fix that for you ?"
"What ?"
"I am a tailor ! This is right on my area !"
"But I...I can't pay you right now."
"It's fine, on the house ! Honestly I just want to work on that sail !"
"Hm...well I will not say no to that ! However I insist you let me help in something while you fix my sail. It's only right."
"Fine by me ! Its been a long time since I had company...long time indeed."
Oh I almost forgot ! Give me a sec !"
Moana went back to the wrecked ship and looked over it, coming back from with a sea shell.
"What's that ?"
"Its a sea shell I can use to call my friend Maui. Its a long story but a fun one..and also weird."
"Heh, lucky for me, i am used to weird !"
"Heh, me too actually, me too !"
Both women shared another laugh and Mirabel helped Moana walk to her room.
Unkown to both of them, one of the candles in Mirabel's room started to shine brighter.
And the candle she used to know, in the place she once called home, started getting smaller, and her former home, started to crack.