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

Crackling could be heard as hot embers danced in a fireplace, wrapping those who sat before it and the well furnished sitting room, in a warm glow. A pot filled with a warm fresh brew of cream malt sat between two men, as they sipped on the slightly sweet brew. They welcomed the warmth, it help one forget the snow storming outside their doors. 


"I thought it never snowed on This-side, yet here we are. The cold is nothing to compared to ours, but it remains a little unexpected." Linean said. 


"The white cold has arrived This-side. It usually hits the northern Lands first over here. Our south is their north, so this cold is nothing compare to back home." General Lamah said, "There are many storms brewing this time of the year." 


"The Lady Wickshire killed off one of the ancients. I guess that woman has a bite to her." 


"She is a girl. As I hear, she will soon be thirteen." 


Chapter twenty (3)