Sea Glass Island is located off the southern coast of Florida, in the western corner of the feared Bermuda Triangle. When the tide is very low, it is possible to find way to the Island through a shallow channel off the Florida coast line, though most of the residences are shipwreck survivors, washed ashore from boats traveling to and from Florida or off the surrounding Islands such as Puerto Rico. Hurricanes are a frequent plague to the island and it's location in The Bermuda Triangle have been known to cause strange, never before seen phenomena. Shipwrecks and even airplane crashes are frequented, and parts of unfortunate vessels have washed upon the shores of the Island in a grim warning to whatever lay ahead.

For hundreds of years now, Sea Glass Island has been uninhabited except by the wild horses that roam. During these years, The Island has experienced many, greatly differing changes. In the first years the horses came, they were bloodthirsty and barbaric and ruled the island in chaos and in chains. The majority of the stallions during this time were colossal drafts, and their mares petite and vulnerable. It would be generations later that their own descendants, intertwined with shipwrecked horses, would revolt and ultimately, free the Island that had known nothing but slavery and destruction for so long.

This new age of horses split the land by three. There were the Lights, good hearted and well tempered by nature, The darks, who were mean spirited and often preferred to keep more to themselves, and the neutrals, those caught in the middle with a vast array of personalities. There were no distinct order to the alliances, and each alliance was broken up by many different herds. There was no real leader to any of the alliances but the lights looked often to an Arabian stallion, Mercury. And likewise, the darks sought out the dappled lusitano cross, Charcoal. The neutrals were slower to find a mentor, but the arrival of Icarus, a Clydesdale brute, offered them new hope and strength. While these three horses were never declared actual kings, they'd set the foundation for what would appear in the Island some hundreds of years later.

Over the years, the global temperature started to dramatically plummet into what would seem a new ice age. On the Island, virtually all of the horses were killed off, either frozen to death or starved. However, a select few managed to survive. These fortunate few pledge their survival to a sort of magic. They said that the magic warmed them from the inside out and gave them strength they would never of had prior. Speculation continues if there was ever actually anything to this magic.

Either way, the surviving horses flourished when the lands started heating up again and were quick to repopulate the Island. Eventually, all of the original horses had died out but they left behind generations of well brought up youth.

About two decades later, disaster would strike again. A hurricane hit the island, leaving nothing but destruction in it's wake. It'd take the horses a long time to pick up the broken pieces and start to rebuild what'd been destroyed. But finally, the horses would do just that. Again, the island was broken into three main alliances and this time, kings were assigned. The horses hope for new arrivals and each look to make their own alliance the strongest of the three.