[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#663399]Annika Falling Star[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://img.wattpad.com/2aee3df37d7355d17fb253088e8d4cb5a77e13a0/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f537930755433556b484e736679413d3d2d3434323136393434302e313464323337343938373336653865313437353131363236373731312e676966[/img][hr][b][color=#663399]Location:[/color][/b]  New York New York
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	The magic slipped through Annika’s hands like water. She felt her portion of the barrier crack and break, and it took more with it. Annika looked up at the sky, wondering how long she had left. Runa’s words filled Annika’s head and seemed to hold her soul. If Annika died in this world, would her people live on in theirs? Or was this death one and the same?

	Annika raised a hand to grip her mother’s necklace. It was warm to the touch and bore a great weight despite its lightness. This could not be Annika’s time, not in this place.

	Jack spoke, and Annika felt an eeriness settle over her. Her eyes widened as realization dawned. [color=#663399]”Jack!”[/color] she shouted as Runa’s neck was snapped. Jack would kill them all if it meant saving this world from Ananyma. However, Runa was not dead. She rose, cackling, and looking otherworldly. Annika took an unconscious step backwards. Nothing good would come from this.

	Annika stood with her arms loose at her sides, ready to shift, defend, or attack.