Years ago when I lived in Miami, I started a book about centaurs in an alternate dimension and invaders from post-Apocalyptic Earth. I have begun work on it again and have 28 pages of the rewrite (it needs a lot of help!) like having completely left out how these creatures become friends of Man when we are trying to subjugate them. Here is the Prologue:
We might have worshiped the invaders as gods. The One God, when he was amongst us, had walked upright on two legs. Our scriptures foretold their coming, but not the cruelty and brutality with which they greeted us. Their weapons belched fire and thunder, and my people fell. On a crimson tide, Man flooded our quiet valleys.
We were defenseless. For centuries, the Andalos had been a peaceful herd. The One God had persuaded my ancestors to put away our weapons…
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