The Cruelest City

Delicacy, the light blue pegasus mare, was exhausted. She had just had a foal and the intense pain was fading into joy. She had just had a foal. A foal!! She was a mother now and she was determined to be the best. The doctor, one of her best friends walked in stone faced. Delicacy didn't notice. With closed eyes, she cuddled the foal close. But something wasn't quite right. She adjusted her hooves feeling the colt's back. Instead of the feathery down that were a newborns wings, there was nothing. Calm down, she told herself. Sergeant is a unicorn.

        Sergeant was the foals father. Delicacy loved him with all her heart. But when he heard she was going go have his foal, he insisted on absolute denial. "You have to keep our child safe," he had told her. She was not allowed to marry him, because of Cloudsdales' laws.

      She thought of looking down  at her tiny, precious child. She knew a cloud-walking spell existed, maybe her precious child could master it.

      She dared to look. What she saw filled her with a sickening feeling of dread. No horn....no wings. The words repeated over and over in her mind, each time making her feel closer and closer to breaking down No horn....no wings. The doctor looked at her calmly. She looked back, her eyes pleading him to tell her there was a mistake. That there was a switch. That her  child was waiting for her. Her best friend, who helped her get over child birth, shook his head.