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I am sorry this is taking so long to make, I have been swamped with work and other stuff. Well here you go.
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"Keira! Get up! You'll be late for your first day at the Academy." came the thoughtspeak voice of Ceure, Keira's mother.

"Fine! I'll be down faster that you can write Ohamara." Keira replied as she jumped out of her delicately carved bed and ran next to her drawer as she examined her pure teal skin for any blemishes. Skillfully, she threw open her top drawer and pulled out a splendid star white robe and an angled chest plate centered with a glorious Khaydarin Gem. Then she grabbed her Sumarro bark bag and dashed down the golden stairs and into the living room where her mother was waiting quite impatiently.

"Your going to be late, and your father will be extremely angry." Ceure scorned.

"Yes mother, I'm heading out now." Keira mumbled as she stuffed her bag full of books as equipment.

"Be careful now!" called Ceure as Keira raced out the door.
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The soft Shakuras sand pounded against her feet as she dashed out as quickly as she could down the streets and up hills to the Academy in the main city. Her skinned shined radiantly while bathing in the cool Shakuras morning sun that fueled her endless running. Soon she began to see more and more students all heading toward the magnificent gates of the Protoss Academy for War and Fine Arts.
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Outside the gate a shady Dark Templar stood, scanning the crowd. Looking for something that was obviously not there.
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How do you like it so far? And Knight, feel free to add your own character in the story. And yes. This story is following the days in the academy of a Protoss adolescent female.

Edit: I think I just broke the record. Having 3 Fanfics running at the same time.

i can't say anything yet. i need to see more to comment. also, you might want to try to make the conversation a bit more deep and if possible, metaphorical. protoss are known to be such.

Actually thats is only the deep wizened leaders you see in main lore. Nothing talks about how juveniles act, so I'll improvise. And I know it's not much now, but if you look closely you can see the tip of the story plot. I will add more when I have the time. But with the SAT's comming I barely have time.

I can't really say anything until I have more of the story. But overall, I am very interested in this fanfic, I look forward to posting. Congrats on the three running fanfics, I hope you can keep up with them. Hehehe Sometimes just one can run you down.

Quote by Dark Prelate

Actually thats is only the deep wizened leaders you see in main lore.

not really, even the dt and arbiter quotes use deep and figurative speeches. but then again, there are no young protoss quotes. i just suggest that for elderly toss be a bit more enigmatic ^^

so i see that knight is the master of collaborative fiction, you are the master of fiction production!! haha lawlz

=) then wait till you meet the Chancellor (Principle)
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The arching hallways of gold seem to go on forever as Keira walked slowly down them. It was terrifyingly empty, no doors could be found in this wing.

"Well, time to check the list." Keira said to herself bringing up a folded parchment. Upon it were a single sentence:

Report to the Chancellor's office to retrieve your schedule.

"Why didnt they just mail me it?" Keira unknowingly thought out loud. Scratch scratch

Keira looked down at the paarchment again:
Each student has their own schedule made based by DNA ****yisis.

"Great, a paper that answers FAQ." Scratch Scratch:

Yes I do answer FAQ.

"OK then, how do I get to the Chancellor's office?"

Next door to your left. I also double as a GPS map.
Turning around, Keira saw no door, but as soon as she set a foot forward, a panel sld open to reveal a large oval room holding 3 Protoss, 2 younglings and 1 old wrinkled Templar with deep crimson eyes that seem to glare aound the entire room at the same time.

"Glad of you to join us Keira. We are just about to begin roll call." the red eyed templar said.

(Knight, if you want to join, this is the time.)

'We would like you to meet one of our latest additions to the Academy. This is Professor KnightSpector, he is our honorary professor in charge of the Protoss history and unconventional battlefield tactics.' The Chancellor said.

I stood there with a downcast look on my face. One of my spines twitched and chest heaved.

'Do you have anything to say Professor?' The Chancellor asked.

'Nothing, sir. I wish to go to my classroom and meet my students.' I said, as if it pained me to do so.

The oddly dressed Protoss walked slowly out of the room, leaving th 3 younglings with the Chancellor.

"Now, you can begin your test." the Chancellor stated blankly.

"What test!" roared the protoss to the far left.

"SILENCE! Do you think the Academy will go accepting students randomly!?"

The young protoss backed down. His golden eyes dimming from it's fiery glow to a dim shade.

"Now, I have hidden many holochips around the school. Find one within the 60 minute time minute. START!" came the Chancellor's rasp, but booming voice.
Immediatly the two younger protoss dashed out, fighting each other down the hall. Keira stayed.

"Why are you still here?"

"Because I know that you said the chips could be anywhere and you proably have some form the last batch of students that had to go find them."

"Very good, then you deserve this." the chancellor walked over to his desk and fished out a gold medal engraved with the words "Khas Veras Voiho" or The academy of Savasaan.

"This is now yours. Your schedule is on the back. Have a nice day."

Smart move of the young Protoss. The others will feel stupid if they can't find any of the microchips.

Hey, I really like this. Its different. Interested to see where it goes.

Keira flipped the gold medal over and read an inscription.

"Report to the Khaydarin arts teacher Polisce Verunx" Keira read out loud. BZZZZZZZZZZ
Keira pulled out her parchment paper to find th it had turned into a map of the Academy, sprawling fro many miles. A gold dot flashed at the south west wing of the school.

"OK... show me the fastest route."

Immediatly, a golden dotted line started to draw itself on the map.

"Take two right turns, one wing warp device, and then 5th door to my left..." Keira mumbled to herself walking down the hallway...

Bump Keira looked up to see the tall grumpy Dark Templar form before.

ha, this is a funny take on protoss life, but could you include more in each post?

This is a collabrative Fanfic to. Collabratice allows each personj to do less while the stroy still goes in full swing. Just need Knight to help out when he's not to busy. It makes it easier on us both.

Keep going Prelate. There really isn't anything that I can add as of now. Just keep going and I will jump in when I see a good spot or if you have Knight show up, like lurking in a corner or having a class. So I will just wait and see where I can be the most serious and yet funny.

"Move out of my way child." he said grumply, shocing Keira aside and continued walking down the snaking hall.

"Weird..." Keira munmbled, straitning her gown out and resumed to look for her first room.
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Vshhhhhhhh Keira felt herself reforming as her warping process finished. Slowly he stepped out of the Pylon and checked her map again.

"OK, going south." Keira mumbled making a right turn.
"And it should be HERE!" she rammed striaght into a blank wall. Dazed she stood back and stared at the wall. "Thats not right..."
Kreira scanned the wall for any imperfections that could be a door. None. All there was a circle with the number 564 carved into the middle.

"Or maybe..." Keira fished out her medal and jammed the backside into the circle. Perfect fit.
Qshhhhhh some gas escaped as the medal turned once clockwise and then it was ejected out of the circle. A thing gold line suddely split the wass into to, and an arch began to form. Then a door stoof where the wall once was.

"So thats how it works..." Then the door slid open to reveal an extremely old templar, standing in front of a room at least 50ft by 50 ft.

"Take a seat now, and we will begin." the templar said in a rather raspy and feeble voice.