It is said to find one's destiny is an amazing experience. That there is a certain comfort to knowing exactly where you fit in the grand scheme of things. Not for me though. Comfort has long forsaken me ever since my cutie mark appeared.

Because there is no place for me. I am a cog that doesn't fit. A sour note in a beautiful composition.

I don't belong.

Ever since that one horrible day, my life has taken one bad turn after another without a pause to breathe.

They call me a monster.

They call me an abomination.

They call me a freak.

That isn't my name...

But you know what?

If everypony in Equestria will only see a monster then I'll gladly become one.

...and I'll be damn good at it too.

2/24/15 EDIT: I'm making this a full-fledged fic. With chapters and all that it implies.