Ponysona

You awaken slowly, drowsy and confused, to find yourself sitting in a small chair, inside a rather spacious, rather blue elevator.

Odd seeing as how you were wide awake just a moment ago.

Not dwelling on that fact, you look around and see a man in a suit. She's smiling, and clasping his hands together.

"Welcome to the Velvet Room, my dear. My name is Igor. The young lady next to me is named Elizabeth."

You suddenly notice another person besides Celestia and look right, to see, as she says, a girl with white hair and bright yellow eyes, wearing a strange dress.

Igor speaks up again. "Now, why don't you introduce yourself?"

A book and pen suddenly appears in your lap. It appears to be a contract of some sort... Something tells you that you should sign it.

NAME: Lyra Heartstrings

BIRTHDATE: November 28, 2001

Igor, still smiling, nods and begins to explain himself. "Now, you are probably confused, but do not be worried. We mean no harm. We seek only to aid you with the hardships you will face in the near future.

"Hardships...?" You ask, hardly able to form words.

"Do not be alarmed, dear.  Nothing you can't handle. But, all will be explained in due time. Let it just be known for now, you'll need all the help you can get."

The elevator stops, and your vision starts to blur. "Ah." He observes. "It seems we have reached your destination. We shall meet again very soon, of your own free will. Goodbye for now." Your vision blurs, and you feel as though you're being pushed backwards by some invisible force.

You wake up on a train, having apparently dozed off, and it all comes rushing back to you.

You are Lyra Heartstrings, a young woman from the city who is moving to the countryside to attend a boarding school in Ponyville. Ten years ago... That isn't relevant right now, what is important is that you've been living with relatives for the last decade or so, and this is no different. You only expect to be here for a year, maybe even a little less, before you go back to the city.

"Now stopping in Ponyville."

That's your cue. You gather your luggage and step off the train, breathing in the fresh air as you begin your new life.