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The wedding went along beautifully. Dolores looked beautiful and enjoyed her night contently. But Bruno was restless during the entire ceremony. He couldn't get the thought out of his mind that he had seen Stasia's past. Not her future. What could that mean? He never saw anyone's past only their future. He had to look again, he had to. It was the only way for him to make sense of what he saw in his vision. So once the ceremony was over he slipped away to head back to his room, no one would probably miss him anyway. Once safely back to his vision cave in his room he prepared for another vision about the mysterious Stasia. He lit the tiny flames and sunk back to the ground.

"Alright,"

he cracked his fingers,

"I want to see more about Stasia."

He stated and the sand around him began to swirl and his eyes began to glow the familiar emerald as he peered into time itself. There she was again, Stasia the stoic and beautiful or at least that's how he saw her. But this time she looked unhappy. Not just unhappy, she looked furious and she was yelling at someone in a language Bruno couldn't understand at someone Bruno didn't recognize. It was a woman who was much older then him and Stasia. It wasn't Abuela either, this was someone else. Someone new. The vision shifted again and Bruno saw himself except he noticed someone behind him. He was standing in front of Stasia, like he was shielding her from someone or something. And then it shifted one last time and he saw Stasia again but she looked... content. And she was hugging someone in the tightest and warmest embrace he had ever seen. He couldn't see who it was just yet and then the vision shifted and he could clearly see who it was. It was him.

"BRUNO!!"

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"Stasia?"

Bruno asked as the sand fell around him. He looked at her with glowing emerald eyes and for a moment he saw fear in her face. She had never seen him like this so it must have been new for her.

"It's alright I was just looking into the future."

"About me?"

Stasia demanded and Bruno bit his lip. She had caught him red handed.

"Bruno do not do your visions on me."

"Don't say it like that it sounds wrong."

Bruno said flatly.

"Whatever."

Stasia said, obviously still upset.

"Nothing good can come from my past or my future."

Stasia snapped.

"But why do you think that?"

Bruno asked as he stood and the glow of his eyes faded.

"Why are you so obsessed with the fact that your life is so terrible?"

He asked as he walked over to her.

"If you're so convinced that you have a horrible life then your life will be just that, horrible. I don't need to have a vision to tell me that, Stasia."

Stasia narrowed her eyes at him.

"My life is horrible."

She replied.

"It doesn't get a happily ever after like all of yours do."

"Did that look so horrible to you?"

Bruno asked with sudden volume and boldness it scared him a little.

"What?"

Stasia asked.

"You saw the vision too, I know you did."

Bruno said,

"was what you saw really that bad?"

He asked, more of begged. He was thinking, of course, of the embrace between him and her that they had both seen.

"You may not be from here but sure are like the rest of the village."

Bruno snarled.

"What do you mean by that?"

Stasia asked.

"My visions are never good enough for you!"

Bruno nearly yelled. His sudden outburst of confidence was very unlike him and it startled Stasia.

"What?"

She asked, her voice was smaller then normal.

"No, Bruno, it's not that."

She replied.

"Nothing good will come from my life, it never has and never will."

Bruno opened his mouth to speak up but Stasia didn't give him the chance.

"Bruno an entire civilization of people destroyed my family and for what? Because they didn't agree with us anymore?"

She sighed.

"You were right, a curse does follow me."

"No, Stasia."

Bruno said, his voice back to its normal soft self.

"You will be happy. Didn't you see the vision?"

"I saw that I'll hug you."

"And didn't you feel the warmth and happiness from that moment?"

He asked. Stasia stayed silent.

"You put yourself down too much, Stasia. I think you're more capable of what you realize."

"Tío Bruno? Stasia?"

The two turned to see Mirabel entering the cave now too.

"I was wondering where you both went."