Lucia Madrigal is the daughter of Bruno Madrigal. Lucia was treated normally, well as normal as it could be with being apart of the amazing Madrigal family. But she's used for her gift and is considered a 'good omen' and 'unlike her cursed father'...
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Now seven years old, Lucia Madrigal was known as a 'good omen'.
Every prophecy she ever showed people was always good. She was praised by the town, being lifted up while her father was put down.
Lucia was a miracle. Everyone loved her almost as much as they loved Isabela. Like her older cousin, they thought she could do no wrong.
But didn't anyone ever wonder why they never saw any bad visions? Didn't they wonder if she just never had them? Or if she did have them, what did she do with them, and why did she hide them? But perfect Lucia couldn't have a bad vision, could she?
In her room, Lucia sat with sand around her, taking a deep breath. Though she didn't like to do visions for her family, Camilo had begged her, and begged her, wanting to know anything about his future. So, Lucia focused, and her eyes began to glow purple, and the sand began to swirl.
Lucia watched as an older Camilo stood in a room of mirrors, but every one of them was broken. The boy was standing in front of one of the broken ones, with tears pouring down his face. Every now and then, he'd change into someone else, and then cry hared. Suddenly, the mirrors began to fall, and Camilo fell to his knees, covering his face.
Luci gasped, loosing concentration, letting the sand fall back to the ground. A purple slate fell on her lap, and she stared at the picture of Camilo with broken mirrors around him. The girl stood up quickly, and climbed up the ladder, putting the vision on the highest shelf. She slowly climbed back down, trying to shake the bad vision from her mind.
"It's okay," She said to herself. "No one needs to know about it. Just tell Camilo you were too busy to do it, and you don't think you'd be able too."
With a few more deep breaths, Lucia stared at her shelves full of visions. The lower ones were full of her good visions. The ones she actually told people. The higher shelves were full of the bad ones. Though, the highest shelf was where she put the ones involving her family. So far, it was only the vision of Camilo, and she hoped that she wouldn't have to put anymore visions of her family up there.
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It had been a rough day for the Madrigal family.
It had been the day of Mirabel's gift ceremony, and when she had touched the doorknob, and the door had slowly faded away. Alma had ushered the town out, and Julieta had taken a hysterical Mirabel to her room to try to console her.
Lucia had been sitting in her room, thinking over what had happened, when Isabela poked her head into her room, telling her that their Abuela wanted to speak with her. Slowly, Lucia stood up, and walked into her room, and saw Alma standing there holding the candle.
"Lucia." Alma said, looking up.
"Abuela." Lucia greeted. "Is everything okay?"
It didn't look like anything was okay. Alma looked troubled, and Lucia was highly concerned. Had something happened to someone in the family? Had something happened to her father?
"Yes, everything's-everything's okay." She answered. "But...but I need you to have a vision. You have better luck then your father."
That was true, but only because Alma had forced her to have visions and if they didn't have good out comes, Alma would lose her mind, and lecture Lucia about how she needed to be better then her father, and never share any bad visions.
Though, given the vision she had just had about Camilo, she wasn't too enthusiastic about having another one.
"I-I don't know, Abuela." She answered slowly. "I-I just had one, and-"
"It's for the family," Alma said. "the-the candle didn't work tonight, Lucia. It didn't give Mirabel a gift like it did the rest of you. I need you to see what will happen. I need you to do this. For the family."
Lucia stopped, staring at her Abuela a sinking feeling in her stomach. Something about this didn't feel right. Though, reluctantly, she nodded, and her Abuela gave her a forced smile, and Lucia walked back to her room, setting up another circle of sand.
Taking a breath, she concentrated again, and her eyes began to glow, and the sand swirled, and the vision began.
It was confusing at first, and then it became clearer.
She saw the candle sitting in the window it always sat in, and then saw the image begin to crumble. The vision showed Casita, and cracks began to travel around it. Then a girl appeared, standing in front of it all.
Mirabel. It was Mirabel.
But, unlike all of her other visions, the image kept changing. A slate appeared in her hands, and when she moved it one way, the cracks disappeared, but when she moved it the other way, they came back.
This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. She couldn't show this to Abuela. She would loose her mind. She would freak out. But Lucia didn't have a choice. Abuela would just keep pressuring her until she cracked and told her the vision.
"Lucia?"
The dark haired girl's heart jumped and she walked out and back to Alma's room. She slowly handed her the slate, and Alma's face dropped.
"What..."
"I...I'm not too sure what it means. It looks like it could mean something good--"
"Or something terrible." Alma cut in. "What is this, Lucia? I asked you because you're visions are good-"
"Only because you force me to." Lucia cut in. "The moment a vision doesn't turn out like how you think it should, you get angry."
"Because I don't want you to turn out like your father! I don't need two maldiciones walking around! I have tried as hard as I could to keep you from turning into one, and no matter how hard I try, you keep messing it up!"
Lucia stared up at her Abuela with tears in her eyes and they began to slip down her face. Alma stopped, seeming to realize what she had said.
"Lucia-"
The dark haired girl shook her head, turning away with the vision in hand. She ran back to her room, the vision dropping on the floor. She grunted, picking up the pieces, and climbing the ladder, scattering the pieces around the top shelves. Sliding back down, Lucia knocked her ladder over, breaking it.
Fine. If Abuela didn't want two curses around, then Lucia would take care of that problem. Easy.
As Lucia left, she turned to her door, watching as if slowly stopped glowing. She frowned even more. Even Casita wanted her gone.
She shook her head, slipping away, not looking back again.
