“You have no place here, freak!"
"We don't serve your kind here!"
"Abomination!"
The multitude of insults thrown my way since the Exodus event have been unimaginative and irritating at best. But I suppose you're here to listen to the story about the Invasion, huh? I'll tell you now that it is far from pretty, romantic, or glorious. It almost broke me dozens of times, but we're obviously here talking about it, so I suppose I should give you a bit of a background on myself.
As I discovered during the Invasion, I am not, nor have I ever been, completely human. I'm sure you heard the stories of how humans who interacted with our new kin "lost" their humanity. I'm going to say now that we never lost it since we never had it. Following that, I must also take note of the fact that our new kin did not come from this world. That much is obvious. However, they are also not from this time.
Sun Buns will tell you differently, but she and the others are from over 100 thousand years in the past. The name for my kind was never settled on, so we simply call ourselves Hybrids. We are the sapient equivalent of a Terran mule. Neither human nor Equestrian. The things we can do set us apart from both species, yet also allow us to be the bridge between both. I could try to elaborate beyond that, but you'll hear the story and I'm sure you'll figure out the details for yourself.
To call us freaks is not far from the truth, but to call us abominations is more than inaccurate. This raises my final point.
Were it that we were here to conquer the human race, they wouldn't have a chance. But, unlike them, Hybrids are not prone to war. We want our place in the world is all.
Now, I'm sure you're becoming impatient, Ms. Pratt, so I'll get started. My name is Maximus Cross, and this is my story...