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A young stallion found himself in a gallery of sorts. A gallery where everything is a velvet blue color. Well, except for the pictures. What kind of pictures? Pictures of ponies in blue velvet clothing, holding books or cards in their hooves or with magic. He looked around and tried to move, yet he was prohibited by some invisible force. He tried to speak, but again, it seems that privilege was also taken from him. He looks around, and before him were 5 strange creatures. Well, by looking at their silhouettes, he could tell that there were 3 ponies, a dragon, and a bizarre-looking changeling. The lights from a supposed sun shined through the crystalline glass that was formed as both a ceiling and a glass dome, shifted to reveal the identities of the strange company. There were a few similar features throughout the ponies. They all had a peach-colored pelt, a bleached mane and tail, yellow irises, and blue velvet clothing on. But, they all had their differences as well.

The earth pony had a fez upon his head, filled with a moderately organized bleach mane, with a golden "V" in the middle.

The unicorn was positioned in front of a canvas, painting something. He couldn't tell, for she was blocking the canvas. She had on a blue beret, with a golden "V" as well, on top of her curly and quite elegant bleach mane.

The pegasus, who was wearing a velvet blue stetson with the iconic golden 'V' on the side on top of his spiky blonde mane, was playing piano, alongside the dragon, who had a light blue underbelly, regular blue scales for the rest of her body, and dark blue scales for her spinal scales. She was singing alongside the ominous female voice that somehow was playing from somewhere unseen while sitting at the edge of the piano.

The changeling was the most bizarre of them all. First of all, he wasn't even onyx colored. He was a palish-peach color. His eyes were bulging and bloodshot, with no pupils. And, he had a forced smile on his face. He wore a classic vest, with a black suit tie. He lifted his head finally and tilted his head.

"Welcome..." He said in a polite, yet strange tone. Everyone turned their heads to him, giving polite and welcoming smiles.

"Welcome to the Velvet Room." They all said in unison. After saying that, the ponies and the dragon went back to what they were doing before they paid any attention to the young stallion.

"This place exists between dream and reality... Mind and matter. You probably are wondering why you are here, am I correct?" The Changeling asked. At that moment, the pony felt his voice come back.

"Yeah... Why am I here? Also, how did I get here?" The normal-looking stallion asked.

"Do not worry, young one. We have summoned you here, by dream. You are currently asleep on the train taking you to Barcelponia, home of one of the greatest art institutes in Equestria. You are heading to a place where you may discover your physical and artistic potentials, but you may also awaken to a spiritual potential as well. You are here, so we may help you discover and harness that same potential. Yet, for us to do so, you must forge a contract with the residents of this very room so that we may help you even further. All I need you to do is sign your name here." The changeling said as he made a small folder and quill levitate towards the young stallion, without using magic.

"What is this contract about?" the young stallion asked.

"It just makes our services available to you for the year ahead of you." The changeling said. The young stallion gave the changeling a blank stare and proceeded to look at the contract. All it said was; 'I shall have the power to change my fate for disaster, by signing this contract'.

There was a line for him to sign his name on. He grabbed his favorite pencil out of his puffy, tan mane, and signed his name. He closed the folder and gave it back to the changeling. He opens the folder and looks at the signature.

"Thank you, Mr... Creation Nation." The changeling said before gasping.

"I do believe I haven't introduced my staff to you, nor have I told you my name. I am Igor, the master of the Velvet Room." He said with glee. He turned to the unicorn.

"This unicorn's name is Visionary Oath. She is a master of the visual arts. She paints what lies within your future." Igor said before Visionary Oath turned around.

"I am pleased to meet you." Her tone was mature and motherly, with a hint of a French accent in it. Igor chuckles and turns to the earth pony with the book at hoof.

"This is Rare Novel, an expert, and critic of the literary arts," Igor said.

"Salutations. It seems that a new chapter in your life is about to begin." Rare Novel added. His voice was that of Indian descent, and it was quite the Indian accent. Igor turns to the Pegasus and the dragon.

"The pegasus' name is Radiant Solo, and the lovely dragon's name is Azura. She is a master in the art of vocal performance, while he plays the piano, alongside many more instruments." Igor said, his tone saying that these were the final two people he wanted to introduce.

"Hello there, good sir. It will be nice doing work with you." Radiant Solo said while tipping his Stetson ever so slightly for respect.

"Darlin', if you need anything from us, just come right back, okay?" Azura said while giving him a wink. Her voice was slightly western for an opera singer.

"I believe that your time here is up. You'll be arriving at your location soon." Igor said calmly, yet his voice still as strange as before.

"Until we meet again, farewell..." Everyone said in unison before Creation Nation's eyes grew heavy, and before he knew it and could react, he was asleep.

Author's Note

I can't wait to see your progress...