Poison's Elixir

"Potent!" Zecora called, placing the last fluffy, golden pancake on the large plate, "Potent? Potent Elixir, you better get here right now, missy!"

A young filly stumbled round the bedroom door, bleary eyed with sleep.

She mumbled alarmingly fast," What is it? Is the tree in danger? Is the Everfree on fire? Is Ponyville in trouble?" Her eyes closed, she wandered over to the short table, plonking herself down on a seating cushion.

"No, it's a sch-" Zecora halted, cut off.

Employing the Royal Zebrican Whine , "Do I have to go to school, Aunty?" she whined.

"If you don't go today, you'll still have to go tomorrow!" her aunt sighed, "Go brush your mane

and tail already, sleepy head!"

Potent Elixir frowned,  but trotted over to the dresser. As she brushed out her mane and tail, she peered in the mirror; nothing had changed.  She was still a zebra: the same stripes adorned her body, her two-tone, black and blue, cropped mane was still there.

She finished putting her bracelets on her back hooves, her bow and her choker on. No point protesting; everypony was adamant she wore them, as "Potent Elixir! You are royalty!"

Huh, royalty,  she thought,  Mother's only Queen 'cause I'm a Princess by birth, 'cause I'm one of the "Selected"

Upon thinking that, her eyes drifted to her forehead. Please let it be gone, she prayed silently, please.

But no, it still poked through her mane, the beastly thing:

Her horn.