White Light?

That was the first thing Clavis saw. It was dim at first but by the time she fully even realized it was there, it was burning. It grew more intense by the minute, sweeping her off her senses, out of her mind. It grew stronger and stronger, but no matter what she did she couldn't get out of its blinding, white grasp.

The light drew its long rays out over her; it enveloped her in a prison of radiance. She squirmed, she screamed, she did everything. She used every last bit of energy she had,p. The glow was still there, but it was not as strong. Lines were beginning to take shape. She saw a gun shaped a bit like a dragon's head, thousands of worlds plunged into darkness, her memories swirled around her showing epic battles against the Heartless and the friends she had made then suddenly a cackle. It was an evil cackle. A cackle so heartless, so ruthless, it sank into her heart and tugged at her soul. Suddenly her memories began to fade as chains swirled around them and around Clavis chaining her in place as a shadowy figure of a pale woman appeared.

Darkness again.

At first Clavis thought it was just darkness, but she realized it was not lack of light, it was black. A color. It was all around her, dotted with little rays of light. Tiny speckles shining like their own little universes. But suddenly it was no longer so dark. Something was emerging. She couldn't quite make it out, but it seemed to have an green hew to it. It had the energy of pure evil, probably as bad, if not worse, as the pale woman. Suddenly heroes were falling ,they all appeared to be in terror. It was all coming into focus. Vocabulary, thoughts.

Understanding.

This vision of her's faded away and light was returning. It was adding up in her mind, the dots were connecting. She almost had it.

The pale woman Maleficent. a sorceress of evil, looked quite grim now, the kind of grim that was jealousy mixed with happiness mixed with envy mixed with inferiority. It was the look of a mother whose child had surpassed her mentally.

Then everything dawned on her. On who this girl might be, on what her vision meant.