You lived in a world where humans were the superior race, and you were a centaur. Centaurs were used as work horses, made for do farm work. You were no different.

Simon had bought you from your previous owner. You were more of a rescue project for him. You were nearly worked into the grave by your old owner. You were weak, hungry, and tired, your back covered in scars. Simon had just transported you to his home, he kept you in a barn and pasture. He watches you as you lay in a stall.