Found Out

Tah 'ra was just a child when the hatred turned. It wasn't just one incident that began the prejudice; there were countless amounts of events that spurred the people's hatred and hidden prejudice for those who yeild the power of magic. Within months, everyone, even the street peddlers began hunting and burning those with the "wicked magic." It only took a year to wipe out half the population of the magic society, and it took less than one to massacre the rest.
Whoever her parents were, saved Tah 'ra's life. They had given their daughter, a few months old, away to a childless couple, days before they were taken prisoner and burned in their town square. Spared from death, and unaware of her powers, Tah 'ra had a happy child with her adopted parents. That is, until she realized she had powers.

"Why are all magicians evil?" The young, 12-year-old girl asked her mother one day at breakfast.
"They murder innocent people and use children as slaves," Tah 'ra's mother explained for the 115th time.
"But they can't all be evil," Tah 'ra began.
"Hush!" her mother interrupted. "If anyone heard you say that, they would burn you too!"
"Just for defending Them?"
"Yes," she answered, "you would be viewed as an ally to Them."
The girl played with her cereal, chewing on her mother's answer.
"But what proved that they were evil?"
"It wasn't just one thing, child," her mother sighed. "There were many thing they did."
"Like killing the heir to the throne?" She asked.
"Yes like that. Now finish your cereal," said her mother as she walked into the kitchen to fix another bowl of cereal.
Tah 're slowly spooned her cereal into her mouth, but gagged instead. She had forgotten to add cinnamon to the food, and now it tastes worse than the beetle pie her friend had tried to cook yesterday. Wishing for water to wash the taste out of her mouth, Tah 'ra scanned the room. To her surprise, a mug of water was sitting in front of her. Grabbing it, she gulped down the entire contents of the cup.
 "Thanks for the water," Tah 'ra said with a sigh of relief.
"I didn't give you any water," her mother said from the kitchen.
"Oh."
Strange things like that were always occurring in her life, but she never gave it a second thought, until she saw that the mug wasn't any one of the family's. It looked different, not like an ordinary mug. It seemed to shine with some inner brilliance. When Tah 'ra gasped when she realized what the shine was.
'Could it be? Am I?' she thought desperately. 'But if...'
Tah 'ra dropped the mug in her astonishment. It didn't even break as it hit the floor. Staring at the mug, she became very fearful for her life.
'I can't be a magician!' She thought. 'My parents aren't magicians!'
Picking up the mug, she looked toward the kitchen.
"M-Mother?"
"Yes child?"
"Could you come in her for a minute?"
She wanted to hide the mug before her mother came in, but as she looked at it, it disappeared. Staring at her hand, she began to shake with fear.
"What is it Tah 'ra?" Her mother asked as she walked into the room.
"Are-Are you a magician?"
"No! Of course not!" Her mother exclaimed. "What makes you ask such a horrible question?"
"N-never mind," she muttered and ran out the door before her mother came to any conclusion.
Outside, the town was bustling with people, doing their grocery shopping, running errands, or just wandering around aimlessly. Spotting the golden head of the baker's son, Tah 'ra ran over to him, a burning question in mind.
"Ja 'har! Ja 'har!" She called.
Turning around, the boy smiled as he waited for his friend to get near.
"What is it?"
Grabbing the sleeve of his clean shirt, Tah 'ra pulled him into a desolate ally.
"What do you think about magicians, truly?" She whispered before the confused boy had time to word a question.
"Tah 'ra! We are not permitted to talk of such things!" He scolded playfully. "But in all honesty, I can't see why all of them are evil. There must be a few exceptions."
Tah 'ra's eyes, once full of fear, are now full of relief. She nearly burst out in laughter when Ja 'har's answer filled her ears.
"Thank goodness!" She exclaimed, twirling around in the ally with glee.
Confused, Ja 'har stared at the dancing girl. Scratching his golden head, he asked her a question.
"What is this all about?"
The laughter in his friend's face disappeared instantly and became as sober as her body. Fearing he had hurt her in some way, he began to excuse himself, but only to be interrupted.
"Do you swear not to tell anyone?" She whispered fiercely, stepping awfully close to the boy.
Ja 'har studied his friend's face before answering. The wrong answer could lead to even more puzzlement, let alone secrecy. Deciding on an answer, he placed his hand over his heart and said, "I do solemnly swear."
Tah 'ra's hazel eyes studied her friend's bright blue ones. He squirmed under her uncomfortable stare. He never did like the way she looked at people when she wanted to be sure of the truth they were saying. Suddenly, he was jerked inside an empty doorway.
Blinking desperately in the darkness, he looked around for Tah 'ra.
"You mustn't be afraid," she whispered from behind him.
Spinning around he saw the girl's outline in the darkness. Wishing he could see her face, he began to get frightened, despite Tah 'ra's warning.
"Tah 'ra?"
"I...am...a...magician."
Ja 'har strained his ears to hear what she said, thinking he misunderstood her words.
"Did you say you were a mmgphfm?"
"Sssshh!" Tah 'ra whispered fiercely, keeping her hand over his mouth. "Do you want me killed?