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

Mr. Krain turned back into the house without waiting for the others. Amie looked at his receding back and turned away too. 


"Serve dinner!" Mrs. Krain ordered and they all paused, before making their way to the dining room. She could already feel her daughter's mood sour and her husband's piercing silence roam the house like a vengeful ghost. Those two needed to solve their issues. 


They all sat at the table while the maids hurried to serve the dishes. The tension in the air was so thick, it suffocated all except Allen, who awaited the meal with his toy horse in hand as he re-enacted the great war of sides. 


Dinner was served and the maids receded, leaving two by the corner who quietly stood far away. 


Amie took a bite of her chicken and could not swallow. Her chest heaved in an emotion one would not quite recognize. She forced the food down her throat and dropped her fork. 


"Do you wish to say something, father?" she asked and the aged man continued to eat without care. 


Bk 2: Chapter one (7)