The Origin's of Magic

Clara Vista was walking on the beach when she first sensed there was something wrong. It wasn’t like she saw or heard something. It just felt... not right. Not normal. She loved the sand and sea, the way it rolled back and forth in a consistent rhythm and then all of a sudden it could lose sync and turn turbulent. It always put her at peace though, no matter what. The salty fragrance, soft white sand beneath her feet, the echo of crashing waves. However, today there was something in the air, it was as turbulent as the ocean could become. It made no sense though, the waters were calm, the surface sliding over itself in a glistening carpet of sparking blues and greens. The hairs on her neck bristled.  She glanced behind her, not quickly or even afraid. While the wrongness was there she wasn’t scared. She was powerful in her own right. Anyone would be — there had been nothing behind her, but as she turned back a smudge of violet exploded across the sand, the colour bleeding into the ocean before men stepped out of it. ‘Clara Vista,’ a pale man who looked like he’d never set foot on a beach said.  She toyed with a clay pot in her pocket. Readying her mind… He c****d his head as if expecting her to use it, knowing she could.  ‘What do you want?’ Her voice was calm despite the fact that he was flanked by three dark-skinned men.  ‘I want a Visionary,’ he said simply, ‘which means I’m here for you.’ She reeled. Nobody knew what she was, no one but her parents. It was a secret. She had hidden her powers from anyone who could be watching. ‘I’m not sure what you mean.’ Her voice was shaky and the man was smiling. ‘Of course you don’t,’ he teased. He nodded at the men who closed their eyes.  It was better than their blank unseeing stares, but it meant a fight. She smiled a little at that. She wasn’t one to shy away from a challenge.  She closed her eyes — The clay pot was halfway out of her pocket when she felt it, the man hit her, his fist cracking against her cheek.  She reeled. Physical violence was not apart of their fight, it was —  ‘Get her.’ The men didn’t give her time. They grabbed her arms pulling them behind her back.  What were they playing at? Despite it all. The pain. The shocking act that went against everything she was taught she calmed, her mind going back to the pot, to what would save her... A searing pain took it all away, everything... she fell into what felt like the blackest part of the ocean, the sky above played out images, a mixture of who she was and her memories of her life and then they were blotted out by clouds.  ‘It’s done.’ The man’s voice was far away. Distant like the end of the ocean. ‘Let’s go before anyone sees.’ Some part of her strained to remember, but, it was too much. She saw the darkness, before Clara Vista was swallowed up by it and a violet burst of colour.