Sapphire Convection, located roughly in the center of the Obiltà District, has been in the Angelo family since the fabrication of the city of Canterdash, six and a quarter centuries ago, and is currently under the command of Ardore and Geleta Angelo. Over the Years the establishment had become one of the most renowned locations in the entire empire through Sapphire Convection's vast plethora of absolutely pulchritudinous manifestations in art, fashion, and musical composition; however, because of the delicacy of the creations Sapphire Convection was never a franchise of mass product. The creations that Ardore and Geleta were able to Conjure with their magic was always marvelous in design and citizens across all of the Serenitan Empire commonly valued the works as invaluable jewels of art fit for those of royalty, aristocracy, and essentially figures of legends.

Every year, for the last thirteen years, Sapphire Convection has been responsible for supplying the majestic displays of the annual Gala of Three Spheres celebrating the rise of the empire after the three tribes that had once roamed this land in open conflict embraced the power of understanding and friendship in order to nullify their differences; thus encouraging and sparking the prosperous alliance of Serenita. In an effort to succeed Ardore and Geleta operate industriously for the week preceding the Gala, calling upon the assistance of the entire Angelo Family. I would always marvel how the family was able to accomplish such a task because even after I was old enough to assist there was only six of us. I remember having to give my all that first year too as a young colt when I initially partook in preparing for the festivities. My father allowed me to assist alongside him as we evaluated tablecloths, curtains, and even Tuxedos to ensure they were up to Angelo quality standards. All the creations always were; my father's abilities in design alongside my mother's craft of the needle was legendary and that first year I spent more time awing than actually assisting. My father, however, never fretted over my partial fixations and that year was the first time I ever remember of my father smiling preceding the year’s Gala as aqueous pride transcended his cheeks.

Born the second descendant of Ardore I was not the one of glorification that my sister, Cristalla, had relished just shy of a decade beforehand. My sister had been bestowed with a natural gift in cloth that pleased my mother alongside a voice that my father cherished; however, I was not one to be undertaken in jealousy towards Cristalla because in my studies as an early colt I honesty could not recall a young mare that was as reformed, welcoming, authentic, and stimulating as my sister. Cristalla was not always the best source for support, yet I never doubted her comfort because she always found a way to be there for me, even when it was to her own disadvantage. Geleta, my mother, was always available to communicate as well if I ever felt troubled; however, discussing things with Cristalla was different than ranting to my mother, she was someone that I found early trust in and she was my very first true friend.

Besides for my sister though, my early life revolved primarily around a quest for knowledge that appeared to be inconclusive and featured such rigorous determination that my father most faithfully adored. When I was born my mother refused to allow herself or Ardore to name me proclaiming that neither of them had a suitable name for me at the time and as a family of elegance my parents did not want to be impulsive. My father thus acting in the manners of grace that are signature of his personality determined that I would find my own name and until then I would be referred to by my relation.  Learning to read at the marvelous age of one I had completely emptied our family library of its contents by the age of four and had become a self-appointed tutor to my sister on every manner that she could have inquired about in the arts of creativity, dance, attire, melody, and pose. I liked to believe that I gave a major contribution to Cristalla’s abilities in fashioning attire as she rivaled our father in her creations; however, Cristalla’s aptitudes were simply natural talents and save for a few lessons in how to embroider specific jewels so that they would optimally reflect lights in the most breath-taking fashions, I was essentially useless. At the age of six, however, as the Gala approached my life after that point was anything but what one could coin useless.

On the third day preceding the Gala, a royal ambassador from the Citadel was sent to Sapphire Convection to ensure the preparations for the one-thousandth celebration of the Gala proceeding the Great Ancasian War where the acrimonious Ancasian King, King Sypherous, seeking to repave all of Serentia in his name invaded the empire and using dark magic ordained in devastation and despair transformed our country side into a subjugated army directed towards releasing chaos throughout the empire in order to undermine the core of our defenses into a structure of vulnerability. Serentia condensed to only the royal Citadel laid in jeopardy within two weeks and our great state was on the verge of collapse when Lord Armonia stood steadfast as the incriminating Sypherous and his militia primed to take the last verge of our realm. Armonia manifesting the final collective strength of the kingdom deployed the only thing he knew that would prevail to repeal Sypherous and return Serentia back to its former state of Harmony. Legend states that six orbs were created from the act; however, no one has even seen or heard of these obs in reality.

While my father labored to demonstrate the family's extra special efforts that year that we all toiled to complete providing more than notable attention to detail, I attempted to provide Cristalla and my mother with company which quickly escalated into me attempting to flee for my life as I was transformed into a living mannequin because my mother failed to find one the correct size for the order she was fulfilling. After the first year aiding the family in the preparations I had the magical ability to somehow end up at the wrong end of the needle consistently and that year, probably better than any other year, had qualified that statement in too many ways than was rational or desirable. After two hours of being forced into being a crystallized figurine my father arrived finally to my salvation to inquire for my "assistance" in readying a transport to the Citadel, which at the moment I found questionable; however, based on the recent occurrences I did not question my father motives.

My father requested that I check the contents that were being prepared to be escorted to the Citadel, while he and the ambassador were transporting paintings that my father had completed commemorating the War, along with some special napkins, towels, tablecloths, banners, and the decorative ribbons and streamers that we had been working so hard on the last five days, into the loading dock. The Citadel because of the importance of the event had requested that the basic background decorations be placed early so that more focus could be dedicated to the preparations of the Gala itself and make the day before the Gala less chaotic as the millions of "final preparations" conduct underway. I still have that quill that my father handed me in order to mark off the list; it was gold tipped and resembled royal-quality craftsmanship. My father, however, failed to inform me, probably because he was not aware, that the pen was of runic design and required the use of magic to function. Even though I belong to a family of Unicorns, I am the only one in the family who has not figured out the limitation or purpose of their magic yet and while I could have easily fretted on my lack of purpose at the time, I failed to find any reason to complain. I had the ability to conduct in pretty much any spell I researched in my books through recital and after a few moments toying with the quill I found a simple levitation spell effective in activating its potential. Upon finishing the inventory my father was amazed to discover my method to scribing. My father was able to complete a simple levitation spell; however, it took him until the age of fifteen to perfect and I never really ever found a reason to ever use magic so this was the first time I recall him ever seeing me use magic besides for reading.

While my father was still stuck in a state of a mixture of pride and amazement, I attempted to retire inside the workshop; however, that motive was short-lived as my father requested that I accompany him and the ambassador back to the Citadel. The inquiry of my father was as well short-lived as I almost pushed my father to the ground jumping gleefully into the front of chariot after grabbing a small backpack. The ambassador was amused by my performance and grimaced at my father's delayed sense of surprise. I slide the quill inside my left-side pocket, which the ambassador took note inquiring if I found the quill insisting with the same grimace. Turns out the quill was originally his; however, when I attempted to return the quill he refused to accept it declaring that the quill was not designed for his use and that I will find more use in it. Upon my father acceding the chariot, the ambassador motioned to the Pegasi and aiming skyward we approached towards the Citadel.

Pegasi were responsible for the weather and there were more than enough in Canterdash; however, this was the first time I had every really paid attention to their abilities to soar throughout the skies so freely and more importantly these were Royal Pegasus Guards from the Citadel. The Pegasus wing is truly an art of beauty when you analyze its rich curves, brilliant structure, luscious feathers, and the absolutely stunning quality the wing presents flowing with such grace from the body to the wingtip in an ever so continuous flow. Even though I had researched the stories for all three of the tribe types found in Serentia it never occurred to me how elegant in design each of the different ponies are. The Unicorn breed are the wielders of the sacred power of magic; however, at that moment I could not help but wonder how it would of felt to been born Pegasus with the liberty to conquer the skies and celebrate such rebirth in freedom. Over the horizon I saw the Citadel approaching.

"Hey dad"

"What is it son?"

"What is the Citadel like?"

"Well I fell like that would be a better question for Mr. Legatus here" replied my father smiling.

"The Citadel? Well I do not know how to explain it really" Mr. Legatus proclaimed letting out a smirk. "All I can really tell you is that it is a world all by itself. You will like it there. You seem like one of those young lads that enjoys the crystal finish of the Palace along with the majesty of the wide-spanning streets and lively-hood of the squares"

"You must really like it their Sir Legatus"

"Please Legatus is fine you two. And yes in all my travels as an ambassador the Citadel is one of my favorite places in all of Serentia, if not the world. Your family's workshop is as beautiful as well; it has been a long time since I have seen so many breath-taking creations outside of a royal court."

"Well thank you" my father interjected. "The Angelo family takes great pride in our works and if it was not for this guy right here I do not believe any of us would keep our sanity." My father reached over an poked me in the check.

"Hey!"

"Ha-ha. It has been a long time since I have seen my father kid and you are lucky to have such a caring father." Legatus' grimace intensified.

"Why? Was you father unlike Ardore here?"

"Well my dad is no Ardore," declared Legatus. my father chuckled. "Yet I would not call my dad uncaring; my father was a very hard-working stallion and he strived to ensure that I enjoyed my foal-hood. We went camping together, hiking through the mountains, once we even took a balloon ride together, it was my first time ever being airborne"

"Was he an ambassador like yourself Legarus?" my father inquired.

"No, growing up we were simple ground ponies. My father managed a peach orchard and my mother could engineer those sweet orbs into any contraption you could ever imagine. I spent fifteenth years of my life consuming peaches and I never really remember getting tired of them."

"How did you ever get that then?" I inquired pointing to his cutie mark that resembled a quill.

"I was always a natural in public speaking and when I was nine I was selling peaches in town one day when this thing appeared. We were making a killing that day with how well sales were going, my mother contributed to my way with words; however, I did not see how anyone could resist my family's sweet and tender peaches. Anyways, when I was fifteen Lord Armonia visited our town, I remember my family was put in charge of the refreshments for the welcoming party the town had planned. At the party I had seen so many faces that I was not used to seeing a opened up in conversation with so many people that I failed to realize that about an hour in I had in engaged in conversation with Lord Armonia. I sold the town so well to him that he invited me to serve as an ambassador after noting my cutie mark, and that is how I got to where I am now."

"That is amazing" I stated with my eyes swelled to the proportions of an owl.

"You never know, your destiny could be anything that you could have ever imagined." I smiled. "Look we are landing, prepare yourself and welcome to the Grand Citadel!"

"You are a bit early Legarus"

"LORD ARMONIA! I am sorry for our early arrival, this young lad here sped Ardore and I's work by quite a bit"

"No problem Legarus! I am glad for your haste presence. Can you please bring all these wonderful decorations to the Hall so we can begin in the preparations" Armonia then turned to me and a sliver of a grimace escaped his portfolio. "Hello there my boy it has been a while since I last saw you" Armonia proclaimed in glee before turning around and retreating towards the center of the Citadel where the palace laid.

"What does he mean it has been a while?" I inquired.

"No clue" my father admitted. Legarus shrugged.

"Anyway no need in just standing around let us get started. I did not bring you two here so we could just lollygag" Legarus reputed while escorting us to the palace. I could not but help feeling a sense of uneasiness now by Legarus after we saw the prince, almost if Legarus had no intention of me ever seeing Lord Armonia in the first place. "Hey, do you still have that quill that you put into your backpack?"

"Huh? Yea I believe so?" I reached into my left pocket to make sure. "yes sir. Why?"

"Was just wondering." And with that we emerged into the palace. Dozens of citizens of the Citadel from all three of the tribes swarmed around the Banquet Hall carrying our decorations to and fro in a mad frenzy; however, that was the least of my attention. Across the main hallway and two doors down stood two of the largest doors that I had even seen in my life span. The doors were slightly cracked open a tad and what I witnessed inside I could not hit from in delight. Books and not just a stack of books; there was a towering bookshelf full of cardboard depicting a rainbow of colors. Behind those doors laid the Royal Library.

"You coming son?" My dad was already inside the banquet hall and was a puzzled to see my hesitation. "What are you looking at?"

"Oh its nothing dad, I am coming" I transitioned my view and walked inside. The hall was inspirational; despite our recent arrival, all the banners had been hung in their places and a team of a dozen unicorns to my left we busy placing streamers across the ceiling's vast span. The alternating display of bright and dark shades depicted in the streamers contrasting with the intensity of the white ceiling was riveting, proving that even the quality of Angelo product could be bettered in rich presentation. "It’s... it’s..."

"Stunning right?" My dad proclaimed "The Gala is always a wonderful event when it comes to style. I never have taken you because honestly colts your age really would not find much pleasure in it. The Gala is nice and all; however, a lot of the celebrators that come to these events are not the most fun-loving people around."

"You could say that twice" Legarus was attempting to straighten out a tablecloth when he looked up. "I have not missed one in years and I have never seen anyone ever break down and really bust a move."

"Bust a move?" My dad's eyes stabbed Legarus before completely losing their mock-serious tone. "Why don't you see if you could provide some assistance to anyone who could use it son while we discuss something with Lord Armonia." The two of them turned towards a second exit from the Hall and preceding on their way.

With the two of them out of sight I darted out from the Hall as well, dodging watchful eyes, towards the massive doors I witnessed earlier. This time, however, the doors had been closed and when I tried to push the doors open they would not budge. "Hmm?" Getting an idea I stepped back and starred at the doors, while focusing all my attention on the lock. I closed my eyes and imagined the lock disengaging. After roughly two seconds I heard a ping and rushed in excitement to the doors to discover that someone had dropped a copper pin in the Banquet Hall and it had echoed. "well phewy!" I put down my backpack to see if I could find anything that might help me figure out how a way to get inside and after a minute a fruitless searching I retired. I placed everything back into my backpack and prepared to return to the Hall when I noticed I almost left the quill. Mildly annoyed I did not fell like trotting over to pick it up and attempted to use levitation to retrieve the quill. The quill ascend upwards, when the gold lining of the feathers began to tremble and a light radiated from the quill tip into the lock hole; the lock disengaged and the door swayed back an inch, while I was lost in confusion.

"What just happened!?" I reconfigured myself and dashed inside before whatever weirdness that just caused that wore off. The library was, well I should just saw indescribable because their literally no way I could have put it. Selves loaded to their bearings extended two stories skywards and rows upon rows transcended the whole room on every subject I could conceive: history, magic arts, instruction manuals, mathematics, physical sciences, flight charts, fiction, and so many more categories, each with at least seven or eight rows a piece. I embraced every aisle as I moved up and down them; however, on the fifth row of fiction I discovered a novel that must of fell from a surrounding shelf, yet I could not discover its proper place nor did I think I could of reached it if I did find it. I dusted of the cover and proceeded to on in my investigation of the library in my extended state of amazement now picking books off selves here and there making sure to be extremely careful to note their original locations. The fiction section had to of ran for miles because working backwards I only had made it to the n's when my eyes began to tire from all the constant hunting and I committed myself to finding a location to settle.

Lying center of the fiction section I found an opening that consisted of a small table and two chairs constructed out of the finest stain. My backpack was straining from its newly acquired temporary contents and I was barely able to withstand my levitation spell when I finally allowed all the literary works to stampede onto the table. One by one I began to digest the beauty of fiction writing; my father's library was limited in fiction besides for a few stories on Serentian history. One of a kind interested me about a young Pegasus' adventures growing up, while Blue Stone Aura provided a delicate anecdote about two Earth ponies that find their way to be together despite the wishes of the fathers. The Point illustrated the reward of determination after a grand adventure showed him the way to reaching his dreams, followed by Lost in shimmers, a tragedy that depicted a mighty Stallion exiling himself from his home town so that his village could live in peace after a terrible incident in a foreign empire.

"Enjoying yourself" I flailed at the sound of Lord Armonia's voice and hastily slammed my current book closed.

"I am so sorry sir. I was curious and I was this library and there were these books and I am so sorry. Please do not punish me my Lord"

"It’s fine my dear boy, I am not mad at you." he cheered as he studied my stack of novels that I had pleasured myself in reading. "I have been standing here for a little bit a while now, you are mighty fluent in reading are you not?"

"Well I guess so Sir." Armonia's smile widened.

"I see you found Veritatis, that was my favorite novel when I was younger," Armonia determined while pointing to the novel that I found reciting on the ground. "It is about a Stallion named Bladz who was extremely gifted in the art of magic."

"Bladz?"

"Yea I know it was a bit of an odd name; however, the novel was quite worth the read." Lord Armonia recovered the novel and placed it on the shelves. "So what is your name?"

"Well you see I do not have a name. My parents decided that I should discover my own name for myself."

“Ahh I see. Why that is mighty creative. Any ideas of what you think you want it to be?"

"No not really" I admitted. Armonia once again began to shine in a grin.

"I would like to point a few things out to you real quick." I turned my head so I can grant him my full attention. "That quill that you possess is my quill and as you have discovered it works of magic; however, what you probably have not realized is that I was the only one able to use it. The quill requires an enormous amount of power to operate, which means you have an awful large amount of potential."

"What!" My eyes dilated as Lord Armonia nodded his head.

"Also, this is not the royal library. This is my own personal library that generated out of pure magic, distance and space in here is a matter of your imagination. Do not be so alarmed; your ability to enter here proves to me that this is your library as well. Any pony of normal abilities who attempts to enter through the door you came through would only find a closet, you have a special gift and that quill is yours from now on. The quill will allow you to enter this library at any time through any door; and you are the only one who can use its magic."

"Sir?"

"Yes?"

"Am I dreaming right now?"

"I do not know you tell me my boy" I took two steps forward and touched Lord Armonia's leg.

"I do not..."

"I know. This is a lot to take in. Here take this you may find it useful." Armonia handed me a golden necklace with the most elegant Sapphire that the entire Angelo family had ever seen. "Put it on" I obeyed and placed the necklace around my throat.

"What is this for?"

"Well you are going to need a way to communicate with your new mentor. if that is okay? The necklace allows the transmitting of letters over a median of magic." I stood in shock unsure how to reply. " I will take that as a yes" Armonia smiled. "Oh and for your name how about Bladz, you have the potential to be as powerful as him?"

"Bladz Angelo"

"That is amusing." Armonia turned and a door emerged in front of our eyes. "Come. your father will be looking for you"

I grimaced at the thought of my father hunting my down and followed Lord Armonia through the door back into the palace, outside of the Hall.