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THE RISING SONS - Hour Two

The children returned and moved swiftly to their seats. Ms. O'Brien smiled to herself remembering the times as a child when she, too, would race in from recess to listen to her favorite stories.   She reflected briefly on the tale of the Knights of the Painted Orb, the age-old favorite was loved by all the children in the Broughcut Realm.

The teacher retrieved the history book and took her seat. She smiled back at the children, their young eyes filled with anticipation at the continuation of the lesson.  

She opened the book and began to read, "The second hour was upon the three brothers.   Their armies had fought bravely, but predictably...with Cire's forces gaining momentum.

Early on in Hour Two Antony was wounded and removed from the battlefield.   As fate would have it, his two brothers were to suffer similarly.   The word of Antony's fall sent shockwaves through the Gray Army.   It took several minutes for the news to reach Gen. Ramrod that Antony was wounded.   Amazingly, Antony stayed in communication with his Army while the doctors attended to his injury.   The same was reported within the Blue and Red Armies.  

The three brothers faced death early that day, leaving their armies fate to their officers.   It was a test, the first of many that day...passed by some, failed by others.

After learning of Cire's fall, Gen. Bravo took full command.   He immediately sent one lone soldier to recon the Fortress near Toddanson's city and report back.   As it turned out the soldier was able to not only recover the information Gen. Bravo needed, he was also able to briefly take control of the Fortress, at the cost of a severe wound. As the hour weighed on, Gen. Bravo recognized the moment was near for a strike deep into the Realm of Antony."

Ms. O'Brien looked up from the book and asked her class, "Can anyone tell me what COBALT means?"

Tommy's hand shot up.   He didn't wait to be called on and shouted, "TRUE BLUE!"

"Yes, Tommy," she said through a soft chuckle.   "Exactly right.   TRUE BLUE.   Now we will learn why the word COBALT came to mean TRUE BLUE."

Ms. O'Brien continued reading, "Gen. Bravo pushed his troops toward the Gray line.   All answered the call, but one young lieutenant shone bright.   With the determination of the sea, Lt. Cobalt and the men under his command struck the Gray line .   The fire was tremendous as it rained down on the advancing troops.   Still they pushed, each inch of ground costing a life.

  

Lt. Cobalt was everywhere at once; shouting commands, rallying his men, pushing them forward.   As the battle raged, Cobalt received information of a large storehouse located not far from where they engaged the enemy.   A plan was quickly put into action.   When Lt. Cobalt ordered the charge, from a hundred throats the shout of fury boomed and the soldiers rose as one.   The Blue Army charged into the mass of Gray spread out before them.   The two forces collided with a shock that echoed throughout the battlefield.   As the doctors worked over him, Cire sat up at the sound of the clash.   His fist shook in the air and he shouted encouragement to his men as the doctors closed his wound.

Lt. Cobalt, still in the lead and amazingly unhurt, called his men on.   He waved them forward toward the storehouse and its prizes.   He could see the Gray forces falling, dropping in place as they defended with their lives the precious food and water.

Cobalt was within feet of the storehouse when he met up with Gen. Bravo.   The pair together kicked the door open and stood guard as the troops emptied it of its contents."