In a world torn apart by the Great Flame only twelve horses survived, spliting into four herds. The first hard was The Herd of Death. They wanted to finish off the world. The second The Eco Changing Herd. They wanted to save what was left. The third The Mountain Herd, wanting to live in the mountains unbothered. The fourth and final herd The Forest Herd. They had regrown the forest for grazing and rebuilt the watering holes and rivers. They wanted to help but didnt want to be noticed either. These are the four Apocalypse Herds.

Shing It's vivid Palimino coat shivered in the wind. Her Sabino markings looming ever brighter. Her silver mane seemed to glow. "Shing To! Its an abandoned foal hurry!" One od her herd memembers called to her. She galloped into the directions of the voice.

"Open your mouth." Shing To said. The filly obliged. "You can eat normal good? We do not have brood mothers so you'll have to." She said. The filly nodded. "Then you can stay.