I sweated with frustration and the exertion. With all my training since childhood, i could still not withstand and hold my own against a fully fledged witcher. Letho, my master and mentor had always believed in giving something you're all even if it was just training. "An enemy won't hold back, so your allies must be the same" I remember him saying to me when i was a young girl. I had taking to this creed with gusto, determined to prove myself to everyone who had laughed at the thought of a girl witcher. And i had. I proved to everyone that i was worthy of the ambition of witcher and i had earned my witcher eyes through goddamned hard work. I had proved to everyone that my master was right to belive in me. Panting, i parried letho's blows until my body could not hold itself up. I collapsed, raising my hands in defeat and Letho lowered his sword. To my delight he looked exhausted and sweaty. Good i thought, im catching up to him.
" your doing well. You have been lasting longer in our fights" he said proudly ruffling my hair. I grinned in response. Letho was like my father. He found me as a baby abandoned in a river and raised me. Most of the other witchers thought he was soft letting me try my hand at becoming one of them but all their sly and aloof attitudes faded away the better i got. I'm not going to lie to you. I'm the best trainee of my age and I'm not being arrogant because it's true.
"You'll be ready soon" he told me standing up and offering me a hand after a minute.
"You sure" i held my breath.
"Yes"
Came the day off the ceremony and i was ecstatic. Or so i should have been. My father was killed on that day by the bastard, geralt of rivia. I held my father as his life drained out of his body and as i wept like a child. He handed me his silver sword, the symbol of his pride, power, achievements and honour and told me "do not morn my passing, become great and show all in the world the soul, i hold so dear". And he died. And on that day i swore revenge on geralt of rivia.
And so my journey of revenge began.