B r o k e n S t o n e s

For centuries well before and long after the arrival of the great Cheval Roi, slate and limestone rock lay upon this land, giving it the name of Broken Stones by the horses who came to live here. The overall appearance of the stones, even before the volcano, had been bleak and grey, with almost no spots of life or plants. In places, the air shimmers, or the land drops away into the metaphysical worlds in which the deceased live. The stones have been, since the time of the original Maison Belle, a place of neutrality and peace, where equines could come to stand in silence for as long as they wished, or to converse with those long deceased. There is to be no fighting here, no harsh words or angry glances, for this is a place of eternal peace.