“It has to be this way”, Arnaud thought to himself, as he walked towards the peace line. “More importantly it has to work!” He would never have thought he was capable of breaking a cease fire or peace line, ESPECIALLY one HE had called. He knew in his heart and soul, that this war would consume all of Deroge, it nearly had already. Just as sure, he knew Raoul would not stop, UNTIL all of Deroge lay under his foot.

He and his Willworkers had been working on finding the fault for months, ever since he had the vision. He could still see the vision, as clear as that first night, a huge explosion of Power, and then the earth breaking. He had heard a voice as if from far away, say, “focus all of you combined Will into the fault…”

Convincing his wife of what he must do, was not that easy either, but eventually she agreed. She had faith in her husband, both as a strategest and as a righteous man, if he believed that this was the best and only way, then she believed him. He was suprised and honored, that the hundred or so of his strongest Earth Willworkers, volunteered for what they called ‘the right to stand beside our Lord’. If his assumptions were correct, and they usually were, none of them would be leaving the peace line alive!

The peace markers were layed out in a jagged row, as close to the fault as possible. Arnaud knew that Raoul’s belief that he would never break a peace line would be his undoing. The hundred plus ‘bannerman’ took their places along side the peace markers, and awaited their kings signal.

Arnaud stood there with his helm under his right arm, watching Raoul come closer. Arnaud could see the small smug smile Raoul wore, and the gate at which he walked. The gate of a man who thought he was a victor.

“It is good to see, that you have finally come to your senses Arnaud”, Raoul said, stopping about ten feet from him. “I will still let you rule Cosette, under me of course.” “All you need do is kneel before me and swear your fealty.”

Arnaud stood there for a long moment, he took a deep breath, then he knelt on one knee. All along the peaceline, Arnaud’s men dropped to one knee in imitation of their king. Raoul smiled, looking up and down the peace line. Arnaud placed his fist across his heart, then raised his elbow equal to his shoulder. All down the peaceline, the men moved their arms as one. Arnaud focused all of his Will, moved it through his body to his clenched fist, then drove his fist into the earth.

Raoul sensed Arnaud drawing power, the instant before he and the others, unleashed their Will. “No”, Raoul screamed as the power slammed into the ground. The earth shook like a large bell struck by a hammer. All the people on the entire plain, except for Arnaud and his men, were knock onto their backs. The ground heaved and then split, under the force of their Will. The hundred men, ground crumbling under their feet, stayed on their knees driving their Will, deep into the enlarging crevas.

Gouts of flame shot from the widening split. Huge plumes of dust and smoke began to rise into the air. The noise was deafening, as part of the continent began to fall away into the ocean. People on both sides of the fault tried to get back onto their feet, with those on the mainland, having slightly better results, than the ones on the falling landmass.

Willworkers on the broken section, began to Will all kinds of elements in all directions, halfhazzardly trying to hit their enemies. They were trying anything to stop Arnaud and his men, from completing their task. The damage was already done however, and the broken country kept falling away.

Back and down the country fell, throughout it’s major cities, buildings and walls began to collapse. People, animals, and moving things were thrown about, like discarded toys. The joy and elation of the people, who thought they had just won a great war, was replaced with horror and panic, as their country began to fall into the sea.

The smoke and dust, completely obscured what happened to the broken country, from the mainland. After weeks of fire, smoke, and dust, the view became visable enough, to just about make out a small remainig spot of land on the horizon. The people of the mainland, assumed it was possibly the highest peak on Cendrillion’s one mountain range. They believed the piece must have still been slowly falling into the sea, for in about a year, it to, was gone.

In the weeks after The Breaking, when the fires settled down enough, and the largest debris stopped falling, from the new clifface, into the sea. Rescue workers were sent by boat and by climbing gear, but neither Arnaud nor any of the accompanying Willworkers were ever found.