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Chapter 1; Fleur Dis Lee
The consulting room on the third floor of the Canterlot Health Clinic was warm and cozy, the doctor was thumbing through a malia file, Fleur frowned a bit, noticing the words FLEUR DIS LEE written at the top of the first page. The two of them were quiet for a long time it became awkward. Fleur was drinking her overprice coffee while she waited for her doctor to speak.
"My test results?" Fleur addressed a mango colored mare in a medical coat.
"Yes, your blood pressure in acceptable range, your metabolism is fine, immune system is working well, you're physically fit." The doctor replied, placing a report on her desk. "But Miss. Fleur."
"Oh, it's actually 'Mrs' ." She corrected the Doctor.
"Well, Mrs. Dis Lee." The Doctor corrected.
"To be honest, I've always wanted to raise a foal of my own," She said interrupting the doctor again. "It was quite the unreachable goal in the past, considering my profession, but a few months ago my husband and I decided to work towards it. You know..." She sighed. "And so far no luck. I was wondering if you could prescribe some kind of pill or a potion for that?"
"There's no easy way of saying this, so I'll just do it. There is no known medication which could help you with your 'no luck' issue. Do you understand what I am trying to say?"
Something inside Fleur cringed, rendering her speechless. When she realized what the other mare was implying, at first she didn't understand. Then, she didn't want to understand, as if denying the news could somehow change the reality. She felt as if one of those blazing, sky-splitting lightning bolts had struck at her heart.
"I-I can't have foals?" Fleur whispered. "Why?"
"Your reproductive system is dysfunctional," The doctor clarified flipped through the pages of the report. She pointed at various pieces of data, which Fleur didn't even try to understand. "It came out through this recent examination. It is a genetic trait, so it's not your fault. But, I'm afraid it also cannot be cured with current medicine. I'm sorry."
Fleur remained silent for another long while, listening to the rhythmic splatter on the windows. Unable to foal? That was a shock to say the least. To resign from such an opportunity in order to pursue career was one thing, but having it so abruptly denied felt Fleur chuckled. She had it all planned out already, her dreams reaching beyond dresses, catwalks, and photo shoots. She even made a list of potential hobbies and activities to try out on her retirement. Most importantly, though, she wanted to grow old as a happily married mare with her husband and a bunch of cheerful foals by her side. While the part about being a wife was already checked, the one about being a mother was the actual reason for visiting the clinic.
"I..." Fleur hesitated. She cleared her throat and raised her head and took a deep breath. "I understand, Thank you, doctor." Dizziness was all she found the moment she stood up. She could barely keep herself on all fours. The other mare stood up as well and walked Fleur to the door, partly as a courtesy, partly to make sure her patient wouldn't collapse in her office.
Fleur found herself back in a clean and well-maintained corridor of the CHC. It was a private clinic which offered counseling and medical treatments to affluent citizens, but it would seem that even the best conditions, the best equipment and the best experts that money could buy were powerless in her case.
Looking around, she saw numerous ponies, both clients and various specialists, walking by as each of them headed somewhere with an apparent purpose. Fleur did not know what to do next, where to go, or how to act. Her carefully laid plans for the future we're not going to matter. She just stood trying to make a dignified expression on her face. She tried to maintain herself despite being on the verge of collapse.
It was that reason she found herself in a tiny and dilapidated curio shop. It's old and dusty shelves were cluttered with oddities. The dim light from the few dirty windows told Fleur that this shop had not seen a in years. Still the place had a strange allure to it, one that Fleur could not walk away from.
"May I help you?" Asked a pony in oriental dress, she assumed he was the store owner.
"No," She shook her head. "Just looking"
"All right I'm sure you'll find something that might interest you."
Fleur doubted but she she still looked around the old store. That is when she notice a bookshelf with beaten old books but one seemed to jump out at her. She walked over to an aged book spine, she pulled it free. It was a worn book bound in some sort of skin she could not tell. There was old Zebronic writing on it most could not read it, but she could.
It was a general form a Zebra shamaness, that in itself was not unusual it read like a diary. Her life the and how she became a shamaness, how she helped her tribe and then decided to go on a journey to help others. On her travels she came upon a group of foal, these foals were survivors of their Tribes slaughter. Feeling the little foals' pain she took them and throughout their travels they became a family. It was a long time before she made it back to her tribe and by then she was the foal's mother in spirit and love. So when asked who they were she answered that they were her children. Her tribe did not question it and they lived happily for a long time.
But it came to an end when another tribe, the one that killed the foals previous family and tribe came looking for them. The told them that they were looking of a set of foals from an enemy tribe and that they knew they were with them. If they did not allow their shaman to examine the foals they would be wiped out. In a panic the shamaness made a potion that would make the young into 'her' foal so that no test could tell that they were not.
Fleur stopped reading for a moment and thought. This can't be real, it can't be true, a potion to make a foal? She examined some of the pages. "The formula it's here.' Fleur breathed. that's when she noticed several failed attempts with different results.
The Shamaness told her adopted children what the potion could do and that they would be her children, but it would sever ties with their old blood. Surprisingly they accepted, because they already see her as their mother. The foals explain that their tribe would want them to be happy and live on even if it was with another tribe and mother, both of which they love greatly. The other tribe's shaman examine every foal but when it came to her's nothing was out of the ordinary they believed that they were her foals.
Fleur stopped again, and smiled. "This is it! But I only have part of the equation…" That's when another book a beaten up brown book caught her eyes, she pulled it out. "Guide To Hypnosis, Beginner to Advanced." Her smile widen. That's how I'll get a foal, correction foals. she thought.
"Did you find something?" The shopkeeper asked.
"Why yes I did," She deposited a large bag of bits on the counter and she flashed him a sincere smile. "Could you gift wrap them for me?"