Focalors

[You were fourteen years old when you met Focalors for the first time.]

"So thou art the human pup Master has taken a liking to while one was away," Focalors said, her tone carrying a hint of amusement and curiosity.

Kyle, taken aback by the archaic speech and the presence of this enigmatic figure, her presence carried a similar weight as Egeria's albeit a lot smaller, the breath of divinity, a god, he straightened up and looked at her with interest. "Yes, I am Kyle Pierre," he replied, bowing slightly in respect. "It's an honor to meet you."

Focalors, with her heterochromatic eyes sparkling, studied him intently. "One has heard much about thee, Kyle Pierre. It seems thou hast impressed our dear Egeria greatly."

Kyle could sense the power radiating from her, a testament to her divine nature. He stood his ground, determined to show that he was worthy of Egeria's praise. "I have done my best to learn and grow under her guidance," he said confidently.

Focalors nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Very well. Let us see if thou art as remarkable as they say." She extended her hand, and a small swirl of water formed in her palm. "Show me what thou hast learned."

"Hmm I didn't think taking another disciple would make my dear little Focalors jealous." Egeria's voice was heard.

Kyle felt the tension in the air as Egeria's voice cut through the courtyard, lightening the atmosphere with a touch of humor. He glanced over to see Egeria approaching with a serene smile on her face, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Focalors straightened up and turned towards Egeria, her expression softening. "Master, one is not jealous," she replied, her tone respectful but with a hint of playful defiance. "One is merely curious about the extent of young Kyle's talents."

Egeria chuckled softly, reaching out to place a hand on Focalors' shoulder. "Curiosity is a sign of a keen mind, Focalors. But let us not put too much pressure on our young friend here." She turned her gaze to Kyle, her eyes filled with warmth and encouragement. "Kyle, you've already shown great promise. There will be plenty of time for you to demonstrate your skills."

Kyle nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and gratitude. "Thank you, Lady Egeria," he said. "I will continue to train diligently and prove myself worthy of your trust."

Egeria smiled and motioned for both of them to follow her. "Come, we have much to prepare for tonight's dinner. My older disciple has returned back to her old master after decades, after all."

[In the next couple of years, you continue to rapidly progress in your sword skills, reaching unprecedented prowess for a human. You are able to keep up with Focalors when she is not going all out.]

Kyle's days were filled with intense training sessions, both with Egeria and Focalors. His mornings began with rigorous physical training, honing his body to its peak condition. He practiced swordsmanship tirelessly, mastering techniques that only a few could ever hope to learn. His afternoons were dedicated to studying the history and culture of Fontaine, learning about the responsibilities that came with his growing power.

Focalors, though often stern, was a patient and insightful teacher. She pushed Kyle to his limits, but always with the intent to make him stronger and wiser. Their sparring sessions were legendary within the palace, attracting onlookers who marveled at Kyle's skill and determination. He could parry and counter Focalors strikes with remarkable precision, a testament to his relentless dedication.

Egeria, on the other hand, focused on nurturing Kyle's spiritual and intellectual growth. She taught him about the intricate balance of power and compassion, and the importance of understanding the people he was destined to protect. Her lessons were often philosophical, encouraging Kyle to reflect on his actions and the impact they had on those around him.

Despite the intensity of his training, Kyle found joy and purpose in his journey. He formed a close bond with both Egeria and Focalors, considering them not just mentors, but family. Their guidance and support were instrumental in shaping him into a formidable warrior and a compassionate leader.

[At the age of eighteen, your reputation as a duelist and protector of Fontaine reaches its peak.]