WANDRESS
Discalimer: I own Jennifer and Psiona, but not Raynor or Kerrigan. And I own bob. Heeheehee I like Bob.
Chapter 1: Raynor's daughter.
Psiona was different. She was not a Protoss, that's for sure. Though her dad insisted she was human, she had seen vids and bore only a passing resemblance to Terrans.
She was 16. She was rather tall, and had light brown hair and sky-blue eyes. Sometimes.
She had a secret: she was a shapeshifter. It took energy, though not as much as cloaking. In what she assumed was her natural form, she used no energy. The energy required was VERY slight, but she could still tell.
She was rather pretty. She had large, bat-like wings, like her father. The Templar she lived with preached tolerance, luckily. But still, she had no close friends. Anyone could tell she was not a Templar. There were even rumors she was… Zerg.
She was extremely smart. But she kept overlooking the one thing that would make her fit in a bit more with her schoolmates: her budding psychic abilities. She reasoned they would make her even more of a freak.
She often wondered by what cruel twist of fate was she and her father shaped like Zerg. Obviously, the Templar did not want her to know. She was denied access to a large amount of material on the Brood Wars. During history class, she was conveniently pulled aside for a conference. During literature she was told she could read "War of 3 Species" instead of "Liberty's Crusade", which was just as well since anything about Mike Liberty was off-limits to her. Someone high up was afraid of her learning the truth.
So naturally she was curious. From what she gleaned from non-banned books, it had something to do with the Zerg Queen of Blades. My aunt? Mother? Grandmother? No relation? And why does Dad avoid the subject?
Once, she found mention of a soldier who bore her family name. She was a young ghost-soldier for the Sons of Korhal, first name Sarah, last name Kerrigan, like theirs. But she didn't do too much, and died before the end of the wars, so she was kind of a mystery. I bet That's my mum. No, grandma, since she died several years before I was born. But then I would look more human than Dad, and I don't.
To take her mind off of her parentage, she joined "Basic Psi Control". Since all of the Templar have Psi, the Templar-to-be joined this class, while Zealots-to-be joined "Basics of fighting", and civilians-to-be joined "Basics of Agriculture". Make no mistake, she was taking a self-defense class, But still...
The first day of class, the teacher, a new one, sighed. "Psiona, you do no have Psi. Please apply for a transfer to 'basics of agriculture' immediately."
The class laughed at her. She stood up, angrily. "WHO are YOU to tell ME what I do and do not have?!?!?!?! Who are YOU to tell ME what class I should enroll in?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?"
"I am Tassadar."
The class stopped laughing. The name stood alone with merit, he needed no title.
"And I am Psiona, daughter of psychics and Zerg!"
The class noticed she began levititating, and with her a heavy textbook. She was not beating her wings. With a slight gesture the book flew at Tassadar and she screamed the last of her mantra: "I WILL TAKE NO ORDERS!!!!"
With that she flew, with her wings, out the open window. Tassadar eye-smiled. "That, class, is why you are taking this class. Psiona demonstrated classic loss of Psi control. Except, of course, that she has no psi. Did anyone sense the energies around her? They were Psichic, not Psi, for she has no Protoss blood on her."
