Tales of the "Good Doctor"

Tales of the good doctor
Patient: Zecora

That night the town of Ponyvile was sleeping soundly under the cover of a rainstorm and all were sleeping except for one zebra, downing a cloak she trotted through the local graveyard she stopped upon a familiar grave

"Applebloom you were such a good friend, this was not men't to be your end" she muttered to herself unearthing the casket. Once it was out of the ground Zecora opened the coffin, after confirming its contents she dragged the casket back to her hut in the woods.

Once back in her own home the zebra emptied the coffin into a cauldron, the floating head stared wide-eyed at Zecroa prompting her to start mixing in the various powders, potions, and herbs. Once these were in Zecora threw some very special powder causing the fire to turn into a mystical shade of green. "Everything is according to plan, of my works I am quite a fan." She laughed at herself "Soon this brew will cause you start rising, then you will rejoin the living". Closing the lid the left the magic to do its trick. "This is the voodoo that I do" she muttered before turning in for the night.

Meanwhile in Cold Hooves' study his mind was in overdrive trying to solve this new mystery "First the image of disaster is saw when I tried that future-sight spell, now this. According to my recent scan of that dragon's blood I can safely assume its 5% pony DNA. Back when I went spec-ops after killing that Commander I heard rumors of a hybrid program but I didn't believe it"

Sand Runner who was sitting in the room with him spoke up "It's not hard to believe. Back when I ancient temple south of a known dragon den then native pegasus tribe foretold of an eventual hybrid. Besides you have more important thing to worry about?"

Cold Hooves sighed "I know but still... This might be worth our time. If you want to put this matter behind us that bad I'll contact an old friend of mine who might know something about this"

"Who?" the griffin inquired

Cold Hooves smiled "Dr.Softheart. I met her back in the war, during operation: Sneak and Torch. My unit had retrieve all of her data then burn the experiments before the Griffin Army got in"

Sand Runner was confused "What's her place in all this?"

Dr.Cold responded "She said there were hybrid attempts from her lab dating back to when I was just a foal. But the Royal Science Society, claim to have perfected it. Maybe this might be worth looking into"

"You have be chasing the visions you have been getting since you started peering into the future with magic. First it leads you to this town then to some experiment" replied Sand Runner with a sigh "But you seem to have a talent for making the insane a reality. I will go write a letter to that 'old friend' you mentioned"

Once Dr.Cold's friend left the pony began reading over the potion recipe he was given
"Potion of dragon's wrath. A high powered enhancement potion that will increase one's strength 10 fold. The only drawback appears to be a short duration and temporary unrelenting rage and loss of ability to process logic. Sounds safe" he recited to himself.

Walking into a kitchen noticing a letter on the fridge "Dear father, Went with friends to see creepy Voodoo Witch Doctor in the woods"

Back in Zecora's hut the Cutie Mark Crusaders were gathering around a closed cauldron "Now children I know we are moved by the loss of our dear friend, but thanks to my voodoo we can out our mourning to an end" the zebra gleefully recited before bucking the cauldron causing its contents to spill all over the floor. Amongst some purple liquid the was a fully repaired and revived Appleboom.

The yellow filly uneasily stood-up clearly disoriented "Erk... Girls, what happened?"

Sweetie Bell and Scootaloo both tackled her to the ground with a big hug. "Dotn you remember? Somepony killed you!" shouted the unicorn.

Applebloom was stunned "I don't remember getting murdered"

Zecora smiled "It's ok, I have yet to see one with my own eyes who remembers there demise"

But they didn't care. They were all just happy to have there friend back, they all were happy except for when she got home.

Applebloom casually walked through the front door and we greeted with shock from here family
"Ahhh, the dead have risen!" shouted granny smith

"What is the meaning of this unnatural abomination!?" roared Big Mackintosh

The filly was shocked "But it's me... Your sister"

Big Mac rose from his seat "Applebloom is dead and buried. I don't how you came back, but your no longer my sister. Your just a freak of nature, an unholy abomination" the red stallion shouted with fury.

With a swig brush of his leg he slammed the filly into the causing her to shriek in pain and cough up a bit of blood. "Begone foul scum, and never return, your nothing but an disgrace to what was once sacred. Crawl back to where ever you came from" with another quick yet powerful move thew her again and again until she was finally thrown out the window and into the cold rain

Heartbroken Applebloom fled in tears banish from her own home and retreated to her only sanctuary, the crusader's clubhouse. After hearing about what happened the rest of the gang headed back to their clubhouse to comfort there friend.

"I thought they would welcome me back, but they threw me out." the crying pony managed to say between sobs

"I'm sorry your family was unable to see who you really were" Bartok said making a failing attempt at helping the situation.

"But where will I go now I-I-I don't have home anymore" she replied resuming her loud wailing.

Looking out the window Scootaloo heard Big Mac talking to himself "I know that zebra is behind this I can smell it, I'll grinder dust with my own Celestia damned hooves if I have to" he finished charging into the forest

"We have two problems now" the young pegasus said "Zecora's in danger"

Bartok nodded "I'll go, you say with Apple" he said running off.

Meanwhile Dr.Cold was having an interesting discussion with Zecora over tea

"You raise a interesting argument Cold, hopefully I can come to make sense of if before I get old" she responded to an earlier point.

Just then Big Mac burst through the door "You!" he shouted slamming into the zebra and then pinned her down

"I know your voodoo had something to the my undead sister" the red stallion shouted pressing his hoof harder on her back restricting her breathing. He then threw her across the room then pinned her again. Big Mac went on and on about her disgraceful actions until he felt the pain of an electro-shock spell paralyze every nerve in his body.

After knocking out the brute Dr.Cold rushed to Zecora as Bartok entered the room. "Damn, she bleeding heavily and knocked-out. Meet me back in the O.R. We'll work on her there" the doctor shouted then teleported back home with Zecora on his back.

In the O.R. the two began the operation. Opening up the zebra the full extent of the damage was present. "Left lung's toasted, Ribs are all fractured, and both kidneys are bleeding, this is going to be interesting" Cold said, levitating the needed tools around while Bartok worked healing magic on anything traditional surgery wouldn't fix.

3 hours and 6 flat-lines latter the two secured her survival "Bartok, put her in the guest bedroom, I think i need stiff a drink" Dr.Cold said before addressing the 3 fillies in her living room "She's going to be fine" he said then walking into the kitchen searching for a bottle of aged griffin wine.

"This is all my fault, I never shoulda have came home" Applebloom said burying her face in the couch

Bartok spoke "Your more than welcome to stay here, Sweetie Bell is already staying over the unexpected break and I'm sure dad won't mind. Same offer to you Scootaloo" Bartok offered

After a bit of convincing Applebloom and the the whole crew decided to stay over. A few minutes later the four were laughing and have a good time in Bartok's room.

"So tell me something Sweetie Bell, where did you run into Bartok anyway." Applebloom asked

Sweetie Bell answered "He just kind of showed up out of nowhere I guess, but he's still my little mystery" she then leaned over and gave Bartok a peck on the cheek. Applebloom's jaw dropped.

While the foals had there fun Cold Hooves and Zecora picked up on there conversation where they left off. "I must admit is quite interesting the way zebras channel magic through potions rather than spells"

Zecora nodded "We both know that's true, there are some potion that can do anything a spell can do"

Cold got an idea "Do you have anything along the lines of future-sight potion?"

Zecora nodded again "I should have something back back at my home, send someone for that and that alone"

The doctor smiled "Assuming its labeled I can send Sand Runner tonight"

"That is true, what use is it to you?" she asked

"I tired using my own spell to peer into the future but all I got back where monochrome seconds-long glimpse of disaster" he responded.

"Hey drunk griffin on my couch, there is a hut in the middle of the woods. I want you to go retrieve a bottle label potion of future-sight from it" shouted the pony

"Screw you... Fine I am going" Runner responded on his way out.

Dr.Cold cleared his thought "So tell me why did you bring her back?"

Zecora sighed "She said she wanted me to, a while back she told me if something were to happen to her to do what I can do"

Cold nodded "I remember reading this was common practice back within the Zebra Nation but I wrote it off a cruel stereotype, interesting"

"But is the spirit's choice on returning, and Applebloom choose to return to the living" Zecora added.

After Sand returned with the mixture as requested. Cold Hooves returned to his study, he needed to work out this new information. "Hopefully this will be make more sense than the spell" he said opening the bottle. Somehow the liquid was changing colors.

Drinking the substance Cold Hooves began talking to himself and stumbling around. "I'm dazing out… Drinking this strange liquid… Truth… Hitting me fast… At full throttle… I'm feeling slugish… The answers… All revealed… It's not the end… But the upcoming disaster is real… waves of war washing over the landscape… Violence… Tanks… making the ground shake.. I'm falling asleep?… Better stay awake… cultists misleading… using blind faith… Bodies flooding the streets of Canterlot… But if the nations stick together… Not enough… The elements… Not enough… The Half Bloods… Saviors… Darkness' bane… must find the Half-Blo-" Cold Hooves was cut off by falling unconscious.