Chapter One
Once upon a time...
There was a Prince, who lived and ruled in a world of people, of humans. Even from a very young age, he grew weary and tired all the wars and conflicts in the world, wars and conflicts that he'd deem pointless and yet never having the power to stop it all, the stop the suffering permanently and for good, at least not enough power of his own. But then, the Prince somehow stepped foot into and discovered a whole other world, a world full of colour and life, without any death, war, or darkness. A world populated by all sorts of strange yet fantastical creatures in different shapes, sizes, and even species: Centaurs, birdtaurs, bugtaurs, even plantaurs.
Enthralled by such a world and all that thrived and lived in it, the Prince already became obsessed with it, wanting and desiring to know more and more about it. And as he learnt more of this world and its magic, and accepted it more, it began to change him, inside and outside. The Prince came to learn of the Shamans, a group of the most powerful centaurs of the world, rulers and protectors like he was supposed to be back in his world. He knew he would need to train and become one in order to carry over this magic to his home, to spread and bring joy, peace, and happiness. However, that happiness soon came to twist him, inside and outside.
The more he embraced, the more he craved, and he even managed to fuse himself with a few various centaurs against their will. Soon, the Prince was no longer human, or even centaur, but a monstrosity of so many bright colours that even the eyes of inhabitants would hurt at the mere sight: Two lanky clawed arms, an infinite number of long spidery legs, and a face so disturbingly disfigured that he now wore a round yellow mask with a permanent bean-shaped smile and eyes that gave off an uncanny stare. When he moved, he wibbled and wobbled, twisting and crawling, in ways even centaurs would deem unnatural. Even his voice no longer sounded like his own, just a hollow high-pitched husk of what it might've been. The Prince wanted to rule everything, and Everywhere.
In shock and horror at what they let him become, the centaurs were forced to confront and fight him, even if they ran the risk of falling under his twisted control or even being assimilated by him. But they managed to defeat and subdue the cursed Prince monster before banishing and trapping him deep into the core of their world. And it was there where he would remain for a long time, so long in fact that the inhabitants of this world even soon started to forget about him, what had become of him, what he had done, and what he intended to do.
Meanwhile as time continued to pass on, the Prince would sleep and wait, wait for the right time to return, to complete what he had begun so long ago. And soon, that time would come at last, when a horse was separated from her rider and ended up in this world, almost like how he did, and teamed up with a Herd of centaurs and a mysterious princess to save the world from the Nowhere King and his army of minotaurs, which even the Prince would've deemed a threat to him, his dream, his plan, and his desire.
And now with the Nowhere King defeated and killed for good, peace fully restored once more, and the horse and her rider finally reunited, even accepting the changes made upon them, his time would come again at last. His time to rise back up and conquer for himself. Centaurworld would soon see his return, the return of the Prince.
The Prince of Everywhere...
To be continued...