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

Bloodrage? Helen frowned at her words. 


“Helen, we must talk about where you are from.” she said and jumped into the sky at that moment, startling her. Only then did Helen notice that they were surrounded by a plague of bats. 


“How? It’s not even night.” she sprung away in a hurry. Even if she had rested on the train to heal the wounds from her last attempt at martial arts, she still felt her bones quake at her agile movement. If she died because of mere bats, then her clan was right to have thrown her away. Sweeping a look around, she could not find Kheal anywhere. 


“Follow my voice Helen.” she heard her voice call in the distance, and she leap unto the trees. Using their leaves as protection, she executed light steps from one branch of a tree to another, speeding away from the pursuing plague of bats towards Kheal’s voice. Just as her feet was about to touch down on a branch, she felt an arm grab her and make a sharp turn. 


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