Second Chance

by Blazing_Mane01

Rating: teen
Tags: Tragedy, Gore, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Original Character
Length: 995

This is a quick MLP-version of my entry to a contest I'm entering at school. Please share what you think.

This is a quick MLP-version of my entry to a contest I'm entering at my school. Please tell me what you all think, and thank you.

My entry MUST be in between 750 and 1,000 words, so I'm going to have to add a bit more to the submission. Likes, dislikes, and comments will be VERY helpful in determining whether I should submit this copy or think of something else. (This isn't really something y'all should follow me for, though.)
This is not a joke. It's a legit contest called the Young Writers Contest. Whatever you say or do with your likes and dislikes will be taken VERY seriously. Thank you.

Published 2013-01-26 16:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-01-26 16:40:01 UTC

Second Chance

Second Chance

By Blazing_Mane01

Among the dawn of the newborn day, whilst the celestial star pulled itself unto the blazing orange sky, the many ponies rushing through the drowsy streets seemed to bring liveliness to the town. Early risers that have kissed their spouses farewell make their way to a destination unique to everypony. Within the peaceful dwellings of the colorful town resided two particular individuals, the lives of whom will soon be changed forever.

These two souls have been caught in a perfectly-weaved web of love for nearly five years now. The husband, whose strong physique could only be bested by his handsome features such as his seductive brown eyes, had sparked a new life within his wife, and had eagerly awaited his young boy's due date. Unfortunately, it was still two weeks before such a fateful day. So, since then, he had taken up a hobby; regularly venturing into the depths of the wilderness and gather herbs and berries for bits to help pay for the baby.

Therefore, he also bid his loved one and her older sister good-bye and made his way to the woods. Following his departure, the lucky mare with the elegant form and beautiful turquoise eyes held her protruding belly for a brief moment before returning to her book. Two hours later, the story fell from her grasp, as the sudden explosion within her caused her to lose all consciousness. Once the elder mare came to check up on her younger sibling, she immediately broke out in screams of panic, and rushed to the phone to hit those two numbers for emergencies.

Nearly half an hour had passed before the lady regained her vitality. Shocked to see herself in a hospital gown, the mare quickly tried to sit up, but failed as a painful blast shot through her, sending a gut-wretching moan echoing across the room. It took her a second to notice that her sister sat at the side of the bed, attempting to comfort her as her hoof went up and down across the pregnant one's forehoof. Her older sister's classy appearance made the situation slightly awkward, but she still succeeded in settling her spirit.

There she lie, waiting rather impatiently for her doctors to return. Until that fateful minute, she was burdened with the unpleasant task of listening to her older mare sister whine on and on about the health and safety of her just born child, who had wedged his front stuck within the walls of her weak mother. The rump was the only body part exposed, longing to gasp for the fresh air that dwelled outside and send it to his flooded lungs.

The older sister, in her obstinacy, deemed it unnecessary to proceed any further, due to belief that the foal was already doomed and that the doctors would never get to the son fast enough to keep the young soul from slipping into a perpetual slumber. Seeing as though the birth mare was also feeble and tired, everypony decided to give them the permission to an early and infinite dismissal, and drew a sheet over them both in prayer. Henceforth, the two abandoned lives lay there to rot, agonizing in each other's unique pain until their suffering forced their mortality to cease.

Just when her eyelids were nearly closed, she opens them wide to a thunderous noise from in front of her. In one fluent motion, the cover was ripped away from the bed, revealing her husband and another mare, with green fur, white mane and tail, wearing a doctor's get-up. Quickly, the new lady went to offer the mother the morphine and the sedative, which the weak pony accepted on impulse.

Steadily, the mare began to slip into dream land. The doctor smiled, and drew a careful shape on the mare's underside with the incision tool most familiar to her. By this time, other doctors and nurses had found their way in and marveled at the wicked plan this professional was carrying out. Then, as focused as focused could get, gently pulled apart the skin so that the mother's insides were vaguely visible. When the head of the foal materialized, the professional surgeon proceeded as slowly as she dared. She had begun to bite her tongue out of concentration, and could swear she could taste her life force seeping into her mouth. However, the slight pain she brought upon herself could never hinder her; draw her away from her work.

A very brief period of time had passed, and the doctor had succeeded in freeing the youngling from his near grave. Quickly, she went to care for the baby's needs; unclog his weak lungs, draw out the mucus, cut the cord, and the like. She then proceeded to reseal the wound she had inflicted upon the mother. Everypony could only hold their jaws closed as she worked by her lonesome - much like a wolf on its prey - in saving both these weak souls.

Then, with all her work done, the mysterious mare exited the room as quickly as she had entered. She hadn't even hindered her leave to heed the husband's thanks for rescuing his spouse and son from near death. His hoof extended, and a single tear threatened his strong face; whether it was a tear of happiness or relief, he believed it to be both. He then spent the rest of the day in the room with his three most loved ones, until twilight rolled through the sky, bringing the suspenseful day to a close.

The next day, the father visited the hospital once more. Much to his relief, his strong mare of a wife had survived the night. So was his son, as she had him cradled within her forehooves, gently caressing her young into a steady sleep. In his mind, the stallion sighed and thanked the surgeon deeply, for giving the ones he loves most dear a second chance at life.