The Rise of the Blue Barron

It was wet, wet and misty. The day was unlike the last battle, where the heat could have played a part as it sapped the strengths from both camps. Today the Clan would war indoors, on their sacred turf, new now but still blessed with the fleet of foot. The young warriors sat in their conclave, awaiting the Clan Gathering. They were all here, feisty but unsure of what to expect from the young.

And the young stepped forward. The Blue Barron was given his chance and took it, like a man grasps a ladle full of water when he is hit with uncontrollable thirst. He stopped the flow of the Titans and gave the young Captain his chance to gather the Warriors.

The Blue Barron.