If the likes of Hector were a book in a library, they would be the grandest branch of them all. Pick up a magnifying glass and observe its cover... Do you see the gold embroidery and the rich elegant writing? Such a book of grandeur quality belonged to emperors, the jewels of their crown.

Only an idiot would believe the lies this cover tells.

If you dare, turn back the front and immerse yourself inside. Be careful as you handle the pages. The story is one of heartbreak and betrayal which makes the bearer of such memories rather frail.

Even the great warriors stood inches less than he. A wingspan that would match any mighty Pegasus, they raised twice over the size of his 18.2hh equine body. But you would be foolish to think he is of the winged race, do not be in a hurry. Observe. For what protrudes grandly from his liver head are, not one, but two horns. Rhino in type, the largest sits proudly on his brow and the other, of smaller means, appears daintily by his nostrils. Unicorn? Nay! Although his lion tail and cloven hooves suggest otherwise. So what if you removed all such mythical frippery and stared him naked. Why, he would be liver chestnut in colour with bright chestnut mane (albeit hogged) and tail hair. A little tall to be an average athletic equine but still, he had a white sock and white markings dashed here and there on a noble face. He is not equine but maybe of similar innocent nature? Who knows, the equine race changes here and there. The equines of his wretched herd did little to make Hector think them innocent. Pity? Maybe, maybe.

It was on this day and time (noon to be precise) that a broken looking Hector made his way into the Threshold of a new land. He could of flown but there was little to be joyous about to enjoy the fruits of flight. Instead he walked in on his unicorn hooves carrying his lion tail low, trailing tangled orange hair along the floor. His chocolate feathers rustled in the light breeze and dropping a few as he walked. The tribrid came to a halt and looked around his surroundings. He could smell all types of creatures which surprised him, especially in a land that seemed to reek with unrest. Maybe that was the reason. How would he know until he met someone. Not wanting to intrude on anyone's territory (and slightly self conscious), Hector stood and awaited someone to make an appearance.

Oh life was such a bastard! All this stallion wanted was the recognition of others. Millions of questions ran through his head, millions of words and opinions. It took a while before one phrase kept running through his mind.

Please, be different!