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

Lizzy froze the moment she met those scarlet eyes through his mask. This was the first time she was this close to the master. 


Fear like never before coursed through her veins. She saw him lift his hand and panicked. She hurriedly wore the amulet and dark clouds swallowed her in. All turned grey around her. She could still see the master before her. His scarlet eyes remained coloured in this grey world. His eyes remained on her, never leaving for one second. 


His hands that had paused half way continued towards her face to lift her veil. 


No, she could not let him see what she truly looked like; she panicked and hurriedly stepped backwards, only to fall through the wall. She sprung up and looked around in surprise. For some reason, the world had returned full of colour, so she looked down to confirm that she was still wearing the amulet. 


Bk 2: Chapter Three (12)