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Dear readers, This is the most edited version of Lucy Wickshire on the net for my readers, whose eyes itch at mistakes.

Synopsis: One misty day, the higher realms call for penance; the head of a mother and child requested. The stench of blood carried on for miles, A whiff of pain trailed down pine-covered hills. A mother's head taken on a spike, a child saved despite great battle. A failure to be dreaded for years to come. Banking on time, the realms prepare for when a child becomes a woman. But the impatient child would never reward enemies with even time. A promise; One should resolve a child's grudge before the breast milk is dry. A prayer; May the realms rue the day they failed to kill Lucy Wickshire.
You are about to read the accounts of Lucy Torgenn of Wickshire and the millions of bodies burned as a backdrop to a child's rage.

Lucy Wickshire

"What are they?" Walter asked Little Nse, slightly startled.

"Ruins of the great crack," he answered.

"What is the great crack?" Walter asked.

"You've never heard of the great crack? Lilian Vaine rages a war through the worlds and her general attacks the gates of Holse, sending his sword intent tearing from Heishm to Veidja, dividing the lower realms into lower and middle realms. It is quite a well-known legend. That is how the lower realms got divided into middle and lower realms," Little Nse said.

"Lilian Vaine," Walter seemed to roll the name around his tongue.

"Yes, you know them?" Little Nse asked.

"This part of the portal is called the heads of Gidia. It is said that the sword intent barely missed the temple of Gidia, cutting off eighty-three of the hundred Beiya heads. These are rumoured to be those heads," Little Nse said and Walter nodded.

"Many are trying to evacuate to the higher realms. It's hard, but possible if you have enough money and power. I hear big families are making their way there," Little Nse sighed.

"Lucy Wickshire. She is coming, a lot of people are going to die," Little Nse sighed.

"It is not sure that people will die. And if she is that scary, what is the need to hide in the higher realms?" Walter asked.

"Oh? You don't think she is scary?" Little Nse asked.

"Then why shouldn't those who can, run?"

"I think she is scary enough that it is useless to run, almost insulting," Walter answered and the boy seemed to almost smile.

"Oh? Then you think she could kill you and myself here, even while she is not with us?" Little Nse asked.

"If she wished to, she could, is what I think," he answered.

"Then if you knew she could, wished it too, you would not run?" Little Nse seemed confused.

"No, I'd obey and stay right where I am. There is a greater story at play," he said and Little Nse sighed.

"I see," Little Nse seemed to contemplate his words, "But for now, she must first find her way into the higher realms. Many are running there because Thraines bring havoc and the higher realms have never been invaded by a Thraine," Little Nse said.

"Something makes me feel as though she is not like any Thraine ever seen. The higher realms may not be that safe," Walter said, trying to sound completely offhanded about the topic.

Bk 2: chapter four (2)