The Cruelest City

All the colts vitals were in perfect oreder, and his hearing and vision seemed to be perfect. Perfect health. It was a cruel laugh, taunting her.

          Now that her shock had stopped, she saw him properly. His coat was an army green like his father's. His mane was a almost-blue-white like hers. He didn't have Delicacy's delicate curls, nor Sergeant's scruffy strait locks. On his head were hundreds of tiny curls scruffy and tossed.

          Delicacy was once told that The Great Princess Celestia watched over and protected all her subjects of all  races. Staring at her tiny son, she wanted to scream that it wasn't fair. And demand to know where she was then. HER son needed protection and love. Instead she got an earth pony foal.

            There was a very good reason she was fearful for her foal. Cloudsdale's movement was almost independent of Celestia. With some exceptions.

    And it was ruthless. They demanded that any foal who was not a pegasus be thrown of the edge. Some talented unicorns became foster foals after swearing undying loyalty. They later came back and walking on clouds. There was even a market for unicorn nannies. But Delicacy didn't know that. The thought of having an earth pony had never occurred to her.

             She then realized why her room resembled an earth room. Why her bfriend had delivered the baby without assistance. And treated the baby. Why she never say an ultrasound. Without warning, she burst into tears.

       The doctor put his hoof around her.

        "GET OFF ME!!!" She cried angry and sad, "YOU...YOU NEVER TOLD ME!!! YOU....YOU.....YOU!!" She couldn't hold on much longer. She just couldn't keep on. All she wanted to do as cry. Cry until this was all over.

        Her friend spoke lowly, "I can pretend to be the father......they will never know. And...there is a way to Dave him. They have a service for unicorn nannies. They can live with you and keep the baby safe. Trust me."

          Delicacy couldn't believe her ears. A chance to save her son!? Of course! But she soon wilted as the realization hit her. "He will never be able to preform the spell," she sighed. There was hope. But first, she had to chose a name. "Fighter," she decided out loud. "His name is Fighter Rebound." Fighter, she chose because her would be a fighter like his father. And Rebound, because she knew he would always bounce back from his challenges. Even as an infant.