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

Back in the Lucen mountains, Lucy was being led by Matriarch Lilac down a wide winding stairs. It was a path carved out from the mountain, leading down from under the nunnery to what seemed like the heart of the mountain. Lanterns lit the way as the two moved silently. They only stopped when they both stood before an ten foot guava wood door. Matriarch Lilac pushed it open to reveal a large circular hall. Lucy walked in after her, her steps echoing from the stone floors across the wide room. The room was brightly lit, one would not be able tell they were so deep into the mountain. 


At the middle of the hall stood a statue carved from the largest topaz Lucy had ever seen. 


Chapter Twenty-two (12)