A herd of five centaurs were walking along to get their non-centaur friend, Horse, the key pieces to the rift. Glendale, a llama centaur who had a portal tummy to store things in always stole, not obviously. She would always get extremely nervous when anyone would mention it.

Then there was Durpleton, a giraffe-human centaur that wasn’t the brightest, and had an extremely long neck. Chad was a bird centaur who didn’t particularly like horses, especially not a horse traveling with them to get the key pieces to get to the rift. Zindale, a zebra-human centaur who was extremely confident in his looks and style. He would always look at himself in any mirror he could find along the way, including broken glass. Then, there was Wammawink. The leader of the herd, another llama but this time a full one, her wool pink and fluffy. She has a motherly attitude, acting like her herd was her family and not people she had met randomly throughout the years.

But Horse proved a dramatic difference, not from Centaurworld, a ex-warrior far away from home. Almost fully transformed into a centaur, she was having some fears that her Rider wouldn’t remember her face. So she was eager to get the remaining two key pieces, zooming between Shamans on a daily basis. Although, it took around a week or so to travel to the next.

And their next Shaman to see was being blocked by you. Your home was in a rainforest, a small fortress of you, yourself and I.