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 opened her eyes to find herself surrounded by a barrier as her maids were bleeding to death on the floor. She looked at the flower and felt it was looking right at her. 


“A deal, Lady Yxorna; passage for a memory,” Lizzy said and felt the flower’s anger slam into her. It was not interested. 


Thorny petals are calmed by brother’s watching eyes, 


Voyages rewarded death to see Yxorna’s mist.” Lizzy felt the tune of the words invade her mind. The library. She had not just read those words, she now knew it well. The pressure in the air lifted as she sang that verse, making Lizzy excited inside. It was just a gamble. She now understood why the nether lord called it a gamble. This entity before her was beyond temperamental. As such, she may or may not like that she was singing this song. If she did not like it, they would only die faster. 


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