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Kyra’s rushed pace remained unchanged, even when she ran through a few groups of people, yelling [color=#f49ac2]“I’m sorry!!!”[/color] She nearly collided with a boy on a wheelchair, and slid to a stop.

[color=#f49ac2]“I’m so, so sorry!”[/color] she apologized. [color=#f49ac2]“Please, please forgive me! I really didn’t mean to run into you!”[/color] She looks over at the academy. [color=#f49ac2]“Oh, but I’ve gotta go! I need to get there… sorry again!”[/color] she yelled over her shoulder, setting off once more for the academy.

After another minute of running around (and through) more crowds, she stopped in front of the academy. [color=#f49ac2]“Okay,”[/color] she panted, trying to catch her breath, [color=#f49ac2]“I’m here....”[/color]

Kyra sighed and sat down against the wall, still panting. She looked out in front of her, looking at all the students coming along the road. She saw a few people here and there that she recognized, but she couldn't see very clearly into the absolute onslaught of people. She sighed and got to her feet, entering the academy. She was ready for the [i]sacramentum[/i], and all that came with it. [color=#f49ac2]"Let's do this."[/color]