The earthquake shook the very foundation of towns and cities which spread out upwards of 250 miles away. Lasting only thirty seven seconds, the damage which came from the force of the shifting earth caused the entire city of Paladine to fall to debris and dust. No surprise to that, really.

It took months to clean up and once again start up livelihoods in the city; it was literally rebuilt from the ground up. Decisions were held in City Council meetings to decide if the name of Paladine should be continued, but a unanimous decision was made. Due to the seizemologists who had studied the pre and post effects of the violent earthquake, it had been found that the entire city lay on a previously undiscovered fault line; one of the biggest ever recorded, and no one had been the wiser until the quake had hit. One of the scientists had spoken in an out loud shock when the discovery had been made and, ironically, the name became synonymous with both the quake and the city formerly known as Paladine.

Hence, the city was renamed accordingly.

The City of Mother's Fault thrived, soon boasting the finest skyscrapers and freeways around. Businesses flourished and the populace followed suit. However, there was always a 'back in the mind' feeling of worry, that one day another quake would come, that another mass destruction would take place. Would they be ready for it this time if the Mother of all Faults decided to stretch again?

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