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

The next day came a little bit too fast. It was as though the universe was too excited for the alignment. Those interested in the battleground had long started their journey to the Lucen mountains. This century, Lucen Nunnery was hosting the alignment battle. 


One could see heavily coated nuns drumming away in an icy arena. A central circular ice plain with tall ice pillars, held up nuns drumming away on massive drums. The Ligrel and Ostie clan were the first of ancients to arrive, each arriving in a flash of light. One look and one could tell who they were; their slit eyes, pale skin and slender form aside, their flowing soft cotton robes with wide length sleeves, was a big give away. Their hair, black and silky long, fluttering with the icy wind; it was a sight to behold. 


Chapter Twenty-two (21)