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

Days had passed on this train and Lizzy only got quieter, Helen had gotten to know more about Kheal. The lady always rushed up to Helen to hear more stories about them and told Helen the wildest stories about the Light realm. After interacting with this girl for a while, she had learnt they were in the middle realms. Helen could not wrap her head around how far from home she was, and how much farther her husband could be. Something in her wished she could just turn back and find her way to Juhntt. But thinking about how her husband was going to marry this Khalsan of Sorventii, anger filled her. 


“Helen?” Kheal called and Helen looked up at her from across the table. 


“Are you okay? You look pale.” Kheal said and Helen forced herself to relax. She could not say that she was plagued by nightmares. Every night, she dreamt of her husband taking another wife. 


“Yes.” Helen smiled at her. Something about Kheal made her comfortable. 


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