The Day 20 prompt was Prophecy
What do you do when the miracle that saved your life, needs a sacrifice?
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Aftermath
Alma gently pushed the hammock Bruno was laying in. He'd finally stopped crying and was sleeping for the first time in several days. So much chaos, so much pain. It almost felt like La Candela was extracting payment for their family's miracle. It was coming due, and her children were the cost. She'd not realized after the doors fully manifested, what it would do to her babies. How they were irrevocably changed.
Alma had spent hours, thinking of how she could help her children. Julieta's gift was a blessing for sure. To be able to heal others was something Alma had prayed over for months. While the Encanto was safe from the outside, the storms that came to the valley in summer has ruined many buildings. Now her Pepita, always easily startled, had to deal with weather that would follow her, no matter where she went. It took a few days to realize that it was her mood that was affecting the changes in the weather outside, so Alma suggested she try to stay calm and though Pepa tried her best, she would often fail if she was by herself. As a consequence, Juli would often stay with her until she fell asleep, sometimes remaining until morning.
Bruno's Gift was not clear, as the picture on his door only made Alma think maybe it had something to do with time. It wasn't until the first time his eyes started to glow that eerie green that it became obvious. Bruno was in his new room, and he screamed so loud, she'd heard him all the way from the kitchen. She didn't think she'd ever run faster in her life. Bruno was lying on the floor, his sisters yelling at him to wake up. His eyes were glowing, and Alma wondered what her baby boy was seeing because the look of terror was unmistakable. She got Juli and Pepa to calm down as she knelt beside Bruno. When his eyes stopped glowing, he blinked a few times, then immediately started crying. Holding on to her for all the world like he was dying. Repeating over and over, "It hurts, Mamá, it hurts!" When he finally told her what he'd seen in his vision, she understood why he was reluctant to go to bed. Why he was afraid to close his eyes. Her beautiful, pious Brunito was now a prophet of God. The Bible often said that prophets were never welcome in their hometowns, and she did not know how to help him, but she would try.