Lucy Wickshire is feared across realms because of her family history. The thraines have always been a clan of passive warriors that one dared not provoke. Still, it did not stop those above from breaking the pact and descending into the rankless world to kill Lucy's mother. Seeing her mother die before her eyes, Lucy had understood then; she was not a child anymore, she was a threat. It was either them or her. So she straightened her back and reigned down fear that put her mother's legacy to shame. As long as she lived, all realms must kneel or burn. 
You are about to read the accounts of Lucy Wickshire and the millions of bodies burned as a backdrop to her rage.

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Lucy Wickshire

"Hiest Hane, your clan have broken the laws of stability and harmony. All of yours same of blood, share your crime. In light of your treachery, this lady has dispensed punishment and wiped your bloodline from the world. You will come with me." Lucy said and everyone paused. What? The Marjiont Valley is gone? Wondered the other ancients. Impossible as it may seem, they dared not doubt her. The existence of the Thraine household is the only reason Other-side have not invaded and conquered them. 


"Kill all from the Marjiont Valley, leave only Hiest standing. He has questions to answer." Lucy said. Many looked around her; there was no one there but her two maids. Who was she talking to? 


"What did we do!?" Lord Hane raged, one could hear the anger and despair in his voice. 


Chapter nineteen (11)