The first thing Mirabel could hear were the screams coming from the courtyard. She reached for her glasses, knowing that she had to get up as soon as possible.

"You will not go anywhere, ok?" Mirabel could see Camilo leaning against the door of her room, his arms crossed. "Isabela found you on the stairs; she and the other girls had a hard time getting you up here without the adults noticing them."

"Camilo, I don't have time for that." She tried to push her cousin aside, but he turned himself into Osvaldo, blocking her way even better.

"Listen: Lina is dying, and I know how to…."

"No, Mirabel, you listen! " Camilo cried, pushing her back into her room. "Abuela told you not to overdo yourself, but you did and passed out. Augustín told you NOT to try to find Bruno, but you didn't and passed out. Your mother told you to rest while they discussed all those things around Bruno, but you didn't care, and guess what: YOU PASSED OUT!" He turned back to his normal form; he couldn't fully control his shapeshifting ability when he felt angry or worried.

"No matter what you are doing in the last two days, you were constantly risking yourself. I don't want to be the one allowing you to pass out AGAIN." The shapeshifter tried to stay composed, but Mirabel could sense his real emotions again. She took a deep breath, concentrating on everything she had learned in the last few days.

"You also worry about Lina, don't you?" She questioned, seeing that her cousin couldn't keep himself from crying.

"I don't know her, but apparently, she is Tío Bruno's daughter. He shouldn't see her die!" To her surprise, Camilo fell into Mirabel's arms, not fighting back his tears anymore.

"Why should he lose his child? He deserves to be happy!" He sobbed, still not letting his cousin go out of his embrace. Mirabel knew he hated it when he lost his cool; he always tried to keep up his fun personality to balance his mother's emotions. But he and Bruno grew close over the last weeks, so obviously, he didn't like to see his uncle hurting.

"Whatever you do right now, it is dangerous for you. Please, Mirabel, stop!" Camilo begged her, trying to find a way to keep herself safe. She didn't want to worry him any further, but she must. Mirabel took another deep breath, focusing on all the emotions she felt. It was time to find out if Bruno and Pedro had told her the truth.

Suddenly, she felt how all her feelings went over to Camilo. She shared not only all her emotions but also all kind of images of the things that happened since yesterday. Mirabel saw her cousin's eyes widen when he realized that the sudden outburst of emotions was her doing. Before she could stop herself, she added some more feelings, just enough to prevent him from panicking.

"What the… "

"Do you know understand why I have to go downstairs?" Camilo nodded, still not believing what he had just witnessed.

"Since when are you able to do that?" He gestured with his hands, trying to stay focused.

"Apparently, since always." She shrugged, then her primo grabbed her hand.

"Follow me. I bring you to Bruno."

Nobody in the inner courtyard noticed the two teenagers who sneaked out of the nursery. They were screaming at each other; Samuel and Mateo tried to get past Augustín and Félix who were guarding the door to Lina. Elena distracted them, but now they were screaming at her.

"We have to go through the kitchen." Camilo declared, pulling his cousin behind him. Somehow, they managed to get past the mob without being noticed; Casita helped them by moving everything out of their way. Bruno didn't even look up when they burst into the small room through the kitchen door; he was still sitting next to his daughter, stroking her hand. Mirabel was shocked when she saw the corpse-like body of the girl; her breathing wasn't visible anymore. She knew that Lina was still alive, but she also knew that they were running out of time.

"Bruno, you have to come with us."

"No, Mirabel, I can't." Bruno turned his face away from his niece, holding the almost cold hand of his daughter. He wasn't crying anymore, but the light she saw in his eyes a day ago was gone. "I can't leave her."

"You don't have to, but you have to trust her." Camilo insisted, softly leading his uncle away from his cousin. "I'll take her, but Mirabel somehow…Well, I guess she can better show you."

„Camilo is right, Tío Bruno." She said softly, carefully taking his hand into hers. Again, she concentrated on all the things she wanted to show him, all the hope she was feeling at that moment. But she also fulfilled the promise she made only two hours ago.

"You have talked to him."

Mirabel didn't have to answer him; she was aware that he knew. Finally, Bruno let go of his daughter, allowing Camilo to carry her. Félix and Augustín were still guarding the door, but they moved away when they noticed their brother-in-law standing behind them. Elena immediately ran towards him, pulling him into an embrace while she couldn't control her crying.

"So you did all that to her! "Samuel growled. "You kept her away from her family, YOU father her child, and YOU dare to…."

"It has to end, Samuel," Bruno said calmly, holding Elena in his arms. "We both don't know what will happen if we don't end this fight."

"Oh, I can give you a fight you..!" It was Mirabel who stopped Mateo from punching her uncle. She took his hand, not listening to his angry screamings.

"I know you worry about her; we all do." She smiled at him, not losing the grip of his hand, knowing that everything was for nothing if she couldn't hold him.

"Come, I show you your granddaughter." Carefully, she led Mateo to Camilo, who was still carrying Lina. Only when they reached the unconscious girl did she let go of his hand, trusting that he wouldn't do anything to endanger the child.

"So, that's the kid?" Samuel snarled, starring down at Camilo's arms. "That's why I haven't seen my granddaughter for over six years?" Mirabel could see how Abuela and Pepa tried to say something, but Bruno was holding them back this time.

"She is, and if you ask me, she is worth everything her parents have done for her." Mirabel recalled everything she knew about Lina and everything she had shown her a day ago. She made sure to only make Samuel guess all the love Lina had for her family and all the love her family had for Lina. Mirabel didn't want to use the full potential of her powers just yet, but she made sure that everyone in the Casita felt the same emotions. Like she did with Camilo before, she slightly manipulated them to stop them from panicking because of her new powers and instead forced them to concentrate on the things she wanted to show them. However, she could sense that her family was still surprised at last.

"Why didn't you come back? Why didn't you… Don't we have the same right to know her like everyone else?" Mirabel held back her urge to tell Samuel to back off. She really wanted to say to him that he had to stop accusing everyone of everything that happened, but she said nothing. Instead, Mirabel took a deep breath, concentrating on the feelings he was hiding.

"It is not your fault that they had to hide for so long, but neither is his." She noticed Bruno and Elena stepping beside her from the corner of her eye.

"But he DIDN'T CARE! He kept them away from us!" Mateo cried, staring at his daughter, who was holding Bruno's hand.

"I love them, Mateo. And Elena loves you. I would never keep them away from her family. Not voluntarily." Mirabel could feel her uncle's hand on her shoulder, and instantly she felt all the emotions in him. All the angst he felt during the last years, his inner turmoil when he could hear Elena crying when she missed her family, and all the distress they both felt because they knew they couldn't change anything. For the first time, Mirabel could feel the total amount of love Bruno had, not only for his daughter but also for his family and Elena. She turned her head to her uncle, silently asking him for permission. After all, it was a massive invasion of his personal space. Bruno nodded, knowing whatever happened, this moment could never be returned.

Mirabel took another deep breath, concentrating on her plan. She didn't share her own feelings for the first time, but his. Elena stared at the man standing on her side, but Bruno only smiled at her. Actually, he was glad that she finally knew.

"I am sorry that I lied to you, Samuel," Bruno said, and suddenly guilt and the desire for forgiveness mixed under the whirlwind of emotions. "You asked me if our house truly belonged to us Madrigals, and I actually DID see that your family belongs here, too. I was a kid that didn't know what it could mean, and I feared for my family. I am sorry that I could never tell you the truth." His siblings and mother gasped, holding on to each other while their son and brother shared one of his oldest secrets. "Mamá, I am also sorry that you protected me from his accusations in all those years when in fact, they were all true."Alma gave her son a smile, knowing that he didn't tell her sooner because he was scared of the impact it would have on the family.

"Why didn't you call the doctor when Lina passed out?" Mateo questioned, turning his head to Julieta. "Are you too proud again to admit that you can't do something? Would you let a little girl die instead before acknowledging that your powers are limited for a cold or a broken arm?" Mirabel felt the grief and sorrow he was still holding in his heart and shared it with her family. She didn't want them to believe that anger was the only thing he was feeling.

Before anyone could say anything, Julieta grabbed her daughter's arm, allowing her to share everything in her heart.

"I am sorry that I couldn't save her, but it was too late for her. Nobody could have cured her that day, not even the doctor who tried to belittle my abilities my whole life."

All the desire to help the woman, the scares Julieta felt for her unborn daughter, and the self-doubt she felt when she realized she couldn't do anything almost made Mirabel faint again. But, somehow, she managed to pull herself back together, not breaking the flood of emotions for a second.

"You gave her up!" Mateo screamed, not wanting to hear anything about it. "You gave her up because she was one of us; you gave her up because…." He broke down in tears, not allowing himself to believe anything she said. It was the first time since Marina's death that he could see the room where she died, and apparently, it was the same room his granddaughter was fighting for her life.

"It is true, Papá." Elena knelt down next to her father, resting one hand on his shoulders while the other reached for Mirabel's. "Mamá knew that she didn't have a chance, but she never had the heart to tell you. I begged her to give Julieta a chance, to fight just for a little longer. Mamá died weeks or even months before her death; we were just too stubborn to admit it to ourselves. At least she gave her the possibility to die without being in pain." Elena paused, tears also running down her face.

"Julieta never had to do it, but she made amends over six years ago. Bruno dragged me to her when I was almost dying at childbirth. She spent the whole night convincing me to not give up while I simply wanted to die because I was sure my unborn baby was already dead. I could never thank her enough for what she did that night, and I could never thank her enough for saving my daughter." Elena glanced at Julieta, giving her an unspoken apology for running away as soon as Lina was born. With all the old memories fresh in his mind, Bruno had a hard time not breaking down by feeling all the anxiety again. Suddenly, Mateo pulled his daughter in a hug, sobbing on her shoulders. They stood there for a minute, crying and sobbing before Mateo gestured Bruno to join the embrace.

Mirabel sensed his facade fall, finally allowing himself to grieve without feeling anger instead. She knew that he would need time to stop self-blaming, but she also knew that he would eventually be able to be happy again. On the other hand, Samuel made it a lot harder for her. She felt like he desperately tried to find anything he could blame the Madrigals for, not wanting to let his anger go. Mirabel wasn't the only one who could feel his suffering.

"Samuel, they should know." It was Alma who softly talked to him. "You have to stop suffering all by yourself."

"What shall I tell them?" He growled between his teeth. "That from all families who lost their loved ones, the Madrigal family got a magic house and magic powers just because Pedro sacrificed himself? Does this damn Encanto not know how many other people lost their lives?" He stared at the woman who didn't take up to his anger. Instead, Abuela only showed sympathy.

"I don't know why we are family got the magic, and I always thought we didn't deserve it after all your family had done. That's why I pushed my children and grandchildren to a range that almost destroyed them." She looked at her family, silently apologizing to each of them.

"Still, it was Pedro who is still remembered to this day. Everyone else got forgotten." Samuel looked down on his feet, trying to find the anger in his heart.

"I remember, Samuel." Alma took the hand of the man who was almost fifteen years older than her. She could see how much he aged in all those years, and she could see in how much pain he must in. "I remember them every time I see my children who wouldn't be here when it wasn't for them. I remember them every time I see a young woman in a wedding dress, thinking about the day your wife helped me sew mine. I remember them every day."

"Why do I have to tell them? I am sure he told her everything." In one last attempt to avoid talking about the painful event, Samuel glanced at Bruno, but the Madrigal shook his head.

"I never did. It is not my story to share." The elderly man sighed, finally giving in.

"Mirabel, this will be hefty," Bruno warned her, placing himself behind her. "We are here for you, ok? But you have to stay strong."

His niece nodded, secretly doubting that she could hold on any longer. Then, suddenly, Samuel grabbed her hand, trying to find the right words.

"It was the second day of our escape when our scouts warned us that they would find us again." His eyes were closed, focusing on the day he could never forget. Mirabel almost dropped his hand when this time, she wasn't only sharing emotions but pictures that were now flooding in the inner courtyard of the Casita. She could feel how her mother and father joined her uncle to support her, seeing that something big would happen.

"Our pursuer found us before, but we somehow always managed to find a way out. But not this time." He stopped, not being able to go any further.

"We were on a wide and open street; it was a risky way that couldn't give us any hideouts but was perfect for their horses." Alma continued, and another perspective of pictures mixed with the one from Samuel. "We knew that this time, they would get us."

"It was Pedro who said that we should go that way." Again, there was anger in Samuel's voice, but it wasn't misled this time.

"Yes, it was Pedro who insisted that we should take the open street," Alma confessed. "He heard them talking about destroying the other possible way when he spied them a day before. If we had gone that way, they would have trapped us. However, he was not able to forgive himself for what happened."

Samuel stared at Alma, and for a brief second, the images coming from him stopped. Instead, there were pictures of a young Abuela trying to console a crying Pedro, and a mix of grief and guilt joined the whirlwind of emotions.

Then, Samuel continued, closing his eyes again. "We knew that there was a bridge ahead of us. If we could make it there, we were able to burn it down after we crossed it. We ran as fast as we could, but their horses were faster than us. We were almost at the bridge when we saw them."

„Some of us stayed behind: All of the Romeros, Alejandro and Joachim Medina, Ana Cardenas, Frieda Castillo, Ines and of course Oscar, Pablo, Marcos, Carmen and Vera Moreno. The latter was your grandmother, Elena." Alma smiled at the young woman who was still holding her father.

"You still remember all their names. "Samuel mumbled, not looking up.

"Of course I do," Abuela muttered. "They were my friends, too. Frieda was even my best friend." She tried to not fight back the haunting memories again. She did it for the last decades, but not anymore.

"Vera shouldn't have had to die," Samuel pressed Mirabel's hand harder. "She should have lived."

"You are right." Alma agreed. "But none of them should have died."

"I was the slowest one; having three babies on my arm hindered me in the running. You tried to help me, can you remember that?" Alma turned her head towards Mateo, who nodded.

"The riders were so close… One of them hit me with a boot, and I passed out."

"Vera could have been the last person running after you, but instead, it was Pedro who carried my unconscious son over the bridge."

"Pedro wanted to stay behind; he wanted to fight them. It was your wife, Samuel. I can still hear her voice in my head: "Don't leave Alma alone; you have three babies". She pushed Mateo in Pedro's arms and forced him over the bridge. Vera was one of the bravest people I ever knew."

"But all her braveness didn't save her," Samuel muttered.

At that moment, Mirabel felt her uncle's hand strengthen the grip on her shoulders. "We are getting to the bitter part," Bruno whispered into her ear. "Be ready but don't stop to share what you see. We are there for you."

"That was the last time I saw Mamá," Mateo declared. "They fought but were quickly outnumbered. Some of them got killed, while other ones got arrested. I always hoped that my mother belonged to the second group."

Alma stared at Samuel in disbelief. "You have never told him."

The elderly man shook his head, truly not wanting to share that part of the story.

But he must.

"I always told you that because I didn't have the strength to tell you the truth, Mateo." Samuel glanced at his son, the tears he held back for over four decades running over his face.

"There wasn't much of a fight, and there was no arresting. All the people Alma listed a minute ago, all those families…They were executed, and we were forced to watch."

The image of people kneeling in the dirt went through Mirabel's head; it was one that Abuela and Samuel shared. She almost broke down when the shooting started, but with the help of her family, she somehow made it to the end of the story.

But Samuel did break down.

"They may not be able to do much harm, but they did fight." Alma declared, wrapping her arm around the Moreno. "Vera, your brothers, sister, Frieda…If it wasn't for them, none of us would be standing here. Don't belittle their braveness by saying they didn't fight."

She smiled warmly at the man who used to fight her for so long; the only thing she felt was genuine sympathy. Everyone knew the feud was over when Samuel hugged Alma, both crying.

"Good job, kid." Bruno smiled at Mirabel, finally losing the grip on her shoulders. She could see him pulling Elena into an embrace to console her, but it all turned black.