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There are only a few people who know about and have access to the entrance and exit of the magical Encanto. That includes my family. From what my parents had told me, My Abuela first came to the Encanto with the rest of the refugees of La Violencia. She gave birth to three girls, my tías, Camila and Nica, and my mother Jasmine.

One day when my mother was a teen, she was bored and decided to walk around the mountains of our land, then happened to find a cave that led to the outside world. So since then, my family and a few others had the ability to travel in and out of the Encanto. Again, that might not be the whole story, it's just what I've been told.

And what I told Mirabel, which I probably wasn't supposed to do.

She didn't ask lots of questions or wander off or anything like that since she said she had wandered around here many times before. Though she did seem excited as we exited the cave.

I was then blinded by the rays of sunlight (which Mirabel seemed to be immune to) as we did so. But once my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw Mirabel running down the hill that led to the bottom of the mountain. I ran after her as fast as I could. "Wait for god's sake Mira- Ugh!" I gasped when I felt a sharp pain in my ankle.

I looked down to see not the most pleasant thing; A large sharp stick had practically stabbed into my lower leg, causing some dark rippling red to drip down my ankle. I hissed in pain and sat down on the ground before hearing someone run up to me.

"Madre de Dios, are you okay?!" Mirabel gasped, scanning my wound.

"Anything but that-" I felt it start to sting even more before reaching into my bag for anything to use as a bandage. I eventually pulled out a plain white shirt I found and was about to wrap it around my leg when Mira interrupted.

"I can do that (Y/N). Here, water." She gave me a bottle of water she had with her and then took the shirt from me as she began to carefully wrap it around the minor injury.

"Thanks, I think I'll be good." I stood up and took one step with my wounded leg, but unfortunately, a wave of pain washed through that leg. It didn't seem too bad so I only smiled at the girl. "See? It's fine."

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We then made it down the hill and were walking through a small town that was beside the bottom of the mountains.

"Wow, it's so nice here!" Mirabel exclaimed, looking around at the new sights.

"Mirabel, this place looks exactly look the Encanto." I stated.

"Still, there's new stuff around here!" She nudged my shoulder, I smiled and rolled my eyes.

We walked along the sidewalk for a bit longer until we reached a bus stop. That's when I remembered I had to explain to Mirabel what buses were. Great

"So, what now?" The girl raised an eyebrow.

"Remember what I told you in your room about the rest of the world changing a bit?" She nodded. I very badly explained to her the evolution of vehicles and crap, which I could tell by the way she looked at me. "Forget it, it's better if you just see one yourself." I gave up but widened my eyes when a bus had finally stopped before us.

"Woah, that's big." Mirabel looked towards the colorful Chiva bus.

"Sure, just wait 'till you see the city."

"Wait, how long is it gonna take to get to Bogota?" She asked as we stepped into the bus, but the driver answered for her.

"Around thirty minutes, but we have one stop before that so it might take only a bit longer." He said in a tired tone. That's when I noticed his eyebags, and damn he looked like he didn't know what sleep was.

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I zoned out for what seemed like most of the ride. When I 'came back to earth', I looked at Mira to see her head rested on her hand, looking out the window with a bored face.

She turned to me and sighed. "I'm so bored... It feels like it's been an hour already."

I leaned over to the window to look around. And ahead of us, I could already see some tall buildings. "Mira, we're practically there already." I chuckled, sitting back down as I noticed her staring out the window again with anticipation.

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