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

“My Lady, Help! My Lady, wait for me!” Lizzy screamed as she tried to struggle out of the sinking mud. As though one had stepped onto a horde of ants, everyone scattered in different directions. 


The raiders cared no more for the running villagers; they took to the night, escaping frantically. 


Helen could see Lizzy was trapped in the marsh but was conflicted if to run or go help her. After a bit of hesitation, she ran back and dragged a screaming Lizzy out of the mud. 


At this time, she was not the only one making a sound. Sounds of blood cuddling screams were echoing all over. Looking around, Helen was not sure what was happening. 


“My Lady...” Lizzy started to say after coughing enough muddy water from her lungs. 


“Shut up!” she scolded the slightly dishevelled Lizzy. They were both covered in mud looking around in confusion. People ran past them without care, no one quite sure which direction they were going. 


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