Many generations ago a miracle pill was made.
One that was made to fix everything, remove the pain and suffering that has been in the world since the dawn of time. A pill, that was accidently created, made it so women did not have to suffer through antagonizing pain.
It was a large step in the process of finding important cures, everyone thought it was perfect. The world thought it was the first step to many other great cures. No one doubted it's potential, until the children started dieing.
The pill that was made to create an easier pregnancy did not work. Generations of children suffered an incurable illness that no one could figure out. Ailments imitaing over diseases were discovered in the children born from the pills. By the time culture samples were drawn the illness had faded leaving another dead child and any progress on a cure with it.
All work on the pill stoped and attempts to find a cure were futile. Not knowing what they were looking for the scientists and doctors could only watch as the children developed fevers, achs, and dizzyness. It was different for each child, some got worse then others coughing blood and being completely drained of energy. Others died only a few days after getting the tell tale fever and brown blemish. The doctors were horrifyed as the children died and not knowing anything they could do.
Soon the Pills became recalled, destroyed in burners. Hospitals sent them back and they dropped from the medical world. Leaving a fable told to new doctors and nurses entering the medical world.
However they are still out there, for those desperate girls who think maybe the miracle pill will work for them.
Soon the illness will emerge again.
A/N: Thanks to Furor Scribendi who beta read this prolog chapter thing. He was great, made it a whole lot better.