|🔮-Y/n's POV-🔮|
An empty black space.
The sound of a house creaking.
A quiver in the ground.
Ash and dust in my mouth and nose.
That's all I could see, all I could hear and all I could feel.
This dream was different, if I could even call it a dream.
"Hello?" My voice echoed in the emptiness.
I was surprised to hear another voice, a voice I didn't know, reply.
"Hello? Is someone here?" It was a man, his voice was unused and caught in his throat. He sounded desperate.
"I can't see anything, is anyone there?" I called out. If I looked down, I could see my body, my braided h/c hair, my white nightdress, my hands.
"Yes! I'm here! Follow my voice!" He sounded so relieved. Was this really a dream? I couldn't remember going to bed.
A small shape grew in the distance.
"I think I can see you!"
The shape waved and began to run closer. I did the same.
Maybe he knew what was happening, in this dream or the one before. Maybe he knew how to stop the dreams.
We were so close. I could see his skin, which looked like he hadn't seen the sun in a long time. I could see his curly brown hair, which flew behind him as he ran. I could see his green poncho, with what looked like hour glasses stitched into it.
We were so close.
Until I fell, and sunk into the floor, which apparently seemed to be like a black sea.
|💚-Bruno's POV-💚|
I jumped awake, scaring the rats who had fallen asleep with me.
She was so close... why did she have to fall?
I don't know why it's her they're going to. I've never met her, although I've seen Camilo shift into her a few times.
She's just a kid, I mean, I know I should be showing an adult, like Pepa or Julieta.
But I only just learned about this. And it seems likes she wants to help.
Right?
Maybe it would be worth talking to someone, like Dolores or Camilo.
But what if Abuela saw me?
I wouldn't want to risk that. Not one bit. She hated me. Everyone hated me.
I mean, I didn't even do anything! I just told them what they didn't wanna hear!
Poor Mirabel, she's looking more and more like I saw her in the vision. Does that mean it's almost going to happen?
I wonder if I could leave Casita without anyone seeing and go into town to find her. I could wear a disguise, go as Hernando or Jorge.
No, they'll see straight through me.
Dios, why does everything have to be so complicated? I just have to hope they can figure it out alone.
|⏳️-Y/n's POV-⏳️|
I didn't wake up.
Why didn't I wake up?
Instead, I was in the Casita.
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