Pediatrician
It was a late night at work, as our pediatrician had the graveyard shift in his job, and had just received a call from the postpartum clinic to check on the health of a new born child. He was informed the child belonged to the same woman who had visited him about her unborn child in the prenatal clinic. He sighed and headed down over to where the newborn children were to be checked on for the basics, that the heart was functioning properly, digestive system was working well, shots were given for immunization to diseases, and that the magic in the tyke was going to function as they grew older. The normal things. As he was walking down the corridor our pediatrician recalled that in olden times, such calls to check on a newborn child were rather frequent, if not incessant. This was before the times of such planet-wide rules of two children per family concept. (Of course if the child died before getting a job, as was noted, they were allowed to have another.) The doctor walked in the small room after slipping on his gloves to check on the newborn child. He saw the mother temporarily, her name was Ismera, and was soon checking on the child.
Ismera
The labor had been intense and had lasted for what seemed like hours into the night as Ismera had recalled. But it was finally over with and now the pediatrician had come in to check on the small baby girl. She had named it Jozyne, and gently stroked its small tuft of dark hair it had been born with before handing off carefully to the pediatrician. She remembered his name precisely, it George G. Winchester. She had always had a knack for names, something she was rather proud of. The child had been born on March 13th, a Friday.
George
The general check up of the newborn baby went smoothly, heart was fine, digestive system was working, everything was in order and the baby didn't cry too much during immunization shots. Now was for the fun part. Determining the whether or not the child's magic was tuned to work when they grew older, and just when it would start working. George brought out a small device that almost looked like a forehead thermometer. Except in was flatter and had a numerous set of small buttons on it. To be honest, the pediatrician didn't quite know all the ins and outs of this device, as it was a fairly new contraption. The older ones had less buttons, and supposedly less functions. This one was supposed to show exactly what the child what element, either magical or natural, they would be best at. But this was a normal checkup, and the other functions, he thought, were rather arbitrary. He checked on the small child and it scanned her full body, fascinating her with the blue light it emitted. The pediatrician looked confused at the reading, and took the scan again. And again, and again. He then decided to himself that the device must be broken, as it was giving him some rather bizarre readings. He decided to head back to the mother and tell her everything he had found out.
Ismera
The pediatrician had returned with the 7 pound baby in his arms and gracefully returned the child to the mother. "Well, how is my little angel?" She said expectantly kissing the babe on the forehead. She had been wondering most when she would have to worry about it messing around with magic. "Well, her digestive systems is well, so is her heart, everything is basically normal." The pediatrician seemed a tad uncomfortable and Ismera noticed this, her dark brown eyes looking into his. "What do you mean 'basically normal'?" She said questioning him, noticing the part he had left off was its magical potential. "Well, you see maam, your child appears, well, I don't believe that, well...this shouldn't be but..." The man named George staggered in his speech and seemed incapable of telling her what had been scanned. "Well spit it out!" Ismera said impatiently. "Your child appears to already be capable of using magic, I-I mean that's impossible right? Most children are capable at age 5 or 6, not a newborn!" The man said incredulously, gesturing at her child. "Yes I suppose that would be so..." Ismera seemed contemplative, she was still exhausted, but could not wait to take her child home.
Timothy
It had been a long day, and it was the middle of the night, Timothy laid awake in his bed, contemplating that tonight was the night that the child was to be born. It had been several years since the incident in their hideout in the woods. He had eventually built up the gut to bury the bodies that had been laying in the building before they had rotted, it was a gruesome task, but someone had to do it. He sighed and rolled over on his side, his dark skin keeping him hidden in pitch blackness of his apartment. He had found this apartment in the city, it was fairly cheap, and big enough for one or maybe even two to live in, as that was enough for himself. He knew where child had been born, and had actually waited a couple years before moving into the city's location. It was most likely the reputation of the city that kept him away from moving there too soon. It was a large city, with a crime rate to match. The towering skyscrapers intimidated Timothy, as did the constant whoosh of the hover-cars. In his own opinion he felt this was no place to raise a newborn, in the heart of Gorgeg city. But none-the-less, this was how it was, and Timothy had to deal with it. He guessed there was some charm to the city, as it was mandatory for the city to be 20% parks, and along with the rooftop gardens and lack of smog due to the cars being all electric, he supposed it wasn't all that bad. He just wished he didn't have to worry about being pick-pocketed on his way to his day-job in the town square. He sighed again, feeling his eyelids droop, and finally drifted off to sleep, thinking at what age would be best to train the young protector.
Ismera
It was finally time to take the child home to her large apartment in the heart of Gorgeg city. She put the small child in the baby-bed next to hers. She had a queen sized bed, room enough for a partner, but alas the father to her young child had left her without reason at 4 months pregnant. She sighed wishing he had been here to see his beautiful baby girl, but that would not happen. As Richard, that was his name, was gone, she had enough money to raise the small babe, but no father to its name. She sighed laying down on her bed after kissing her small Jozyne goodnight. "Tomorrow's a new day little one, let's it make a good one." And with that she drifted off to sleep, a new chapter in her life awaiting her the next day.
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