A Nightmare's Dream

by kelsey.smurphy.1

Star Dust was supposed to be a regular pony in a rich family, related to Celestia. But after a terrible pony killed the filly in the mother's womb, she is brought back by her. When she realizes that she can't do anything about the filly with her working all the time, she gives Star Dust to a pony who she knows well. But jealousy still overwhelms her, and she wants revenge and her.

It was a harsh, cold, stormy night, and the hospital was whistling while the wind flew through the opened windows. Suddenly a loud sobbing came from inside the hospital, and a doctor stood next to a mare.

A pink pony sat, crying terribly when she heard the news. Her baby was dead inside her, and she would have to have it taken out. She turned to her husband, but his head turned away. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Blood, but I can't do anything about it. We'll have the filly out of you in no time."

This made Mrs. Blood cry more, and her husband patted her on the back. "Thank you Dr. Stable," he said. "I'll take care of my wife until the surgery. Then maybe we can try again." He walked her outside. She was still bawling when they got home, and the kids stared at her.

"Why is mommy sad?" one of the fillies asked her father. "Did something happen to our wittle sister?" Her eyes widened at the thought of something happening to the unborn filly.

Mr. Blood looked at her, but turned his head. "You'll have to learn sooner or later," he said, and he knelt down. "And remember; just because this happened, it doesn't mean she'll never be with us. Your little sister died while she was inside of mommy. Now we have to have surgery on her so we can get the baby out."

The fillies and foal gasped as their father spoke. His blue eyes were tearing up, and he turned away. "You should go to bed; all of you," he said, "and you don't have to go to school tomorrow if you don't want to."

He walked into his wife's room after he heard their tiny hooves scrambling to their bedroom. He sighed and she looked at him. "Maybe we shouldn't have another baby," she said. "Maybe your mother did this. Could she have?"

Mr. Blood was shocked at her thought. "Of course not!" he yelled. "My mother may have gone mad, but now she is on the moon. She won't be back for a while."

A jet-black pony stared at earth. How could she kill her own grand-daughter? She started to cry, but realized something. She still had magic. She ran into a small castle that she had made, and looked through books that she stole. She rummaged through them, and found the book.

She started her magic, and started it on her belly. It grew, and grew, and grew some more until she stopped her magic. Now there was a eight month old filly in her stomach. And even though she wanted to keep it, she needed to give it to someone she trusted.