As the sun rises on the distant horizon and the clouds are painted pink, a loud crack can be heard.
The two halves of the arena are split in half, the new area in between filling with water.
4 canons fire as the boys from 6 and 10, and the girls from 2 and 3 are caught in the split and fall to their death before the split fills with water.
It has now been about a week, and there is now a large river in between the two landscapes.
It is roughly half a mile wide, and the cornucopia is in the dead center.
What happens now is up to you
