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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

Walter looked down the mountain that had gotten feet. He was sure that the sect elders had already been informed of what was happening, but he had yet to receive the notice to leave the mountain. From up high he had been thrown by the tortoise, he could see other disciples leaving the crumbling mountain, causing him to scuff. These sect elders were still looking for a way to kill him even in a crisis. Well, there was no need for him to be worried about their safety anyway.

A dangerous aura approached his falling form with lightning speed. He needed no telling that it was the tortoise that had made its move. Manifesting a lying sword from the emperor's shed he stayed away from the wind claws that dashed towards him.

With a raised brow, he glanced at the tortoise's underbelly and dashed into its shell from a space between its arms. As he dashed through, he caught the look of the sect master coming with great haste.

The sect master stood at a distance to see the full face of the mountain creature.

"A tortoise?" he muttered and the tortoise attacked without care.

"A saint-grade tortoise?" his eyes almost popped as he avoided the attacks.

"May great elder tell us why he has come to our mountain?" He said.

"My mountain" the creature corrected, "Yet you things wake me from sleep. Scram with that little thing moving in my shell," The tortoise's voice rolled into his mind.

"Who?" the sect master shivered slightly, then his eyes constricted in anger as a figure flashed in his mind, causing him to curse.

Inside the tortoise's shell, Walter dashed towards its belly area quickly. He knew that the tortoise would enter its shell after him the moment it felt his direction. Sure enough, before his thoughts could process clearly, he heard rumbling from the body of the creature as its roar filled the shell.

"Scram!" the beast roared in his head.

"Oh? Empty-handed?" Walter chuckled slightly. The creature's actions confirmed his suspicions.

"There is nothing that I possess," the creature roared as Walter approached its stomach area.

"Boy, come out!" the creature's panic only grew.

"Why so worried when you possess nothing?" Walter teased. He was in a safe location; the belly of the tortoise. No matter how much it swung around, it would be hard for it to react around its stomach. So the beast sat down hoping to press Walter to its shell and crush him with its weight.

"Come out, boy!" it bellowed as he felt a resistance. Walter had erected a shield above him, keeping the weight of the belly off him.

"A creature such as yourself would not strengthen its belly for you only need to care about your arms and head. It is best if you stay still"

"Boy, come out!" the tortoise made to lip around, but paused,

Over the rectangular shield's four corners, stood sharp spearheads.

"I have always wondered how dangerous the emperor's shed's weapons are. It is sharp enough to cut through a saint-grade creature' I am pleased," Walter said as though in thought, then stabbed his sword towards the shell below his feat. He struck with all his strength, but the shell would not crack.

"Come out boy, there is no way my shell would crack!" the creature felt each of Walter's strike and roared.

"And leave the treasure you are hiding behind? Not happening. Be patient, let me find a good sword to cut into your shell" Walter said and his form vanished into the emperor's shed.

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Bk 2: Chapter Six (19)