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

A dark carriage rolled unto green hills. Though guards stood tall all around, none stopped the carriage or asked those inside who they were. The carriage rode unobstructed till it arrived at a small cottage, only then did it stop. 


A figure all of Juhntt socialite may recognize stepped down from the carriage to meet a maid at the door of the cottage. 


“Her Ladyship has been expecting you, please follow me.” the maid said politely and walked into the cottage. 


The person addressed did not seem offended that the maid did not curtsey. 


She followed her through what seemed to be the biggest cottage she had ever seen in her live. The outside was quite deceiving; it looked like a moderate home on the hills belonging to a small nobility, but the inside was much large than one could have imagined. 


They walked around till they stood before a door. Only then did the maid curtsey towards it before opening. 


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