[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#663399]Annika Falling Star[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://img.wattpad.com/efbd2e8130db317bc791e1e9420fbe0c66db9b3b/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f62365f4e6e584f563745493254773d3d2d3334343134343736332e313438663064306533636165343865363632383634343039373839362e676966[/img][hr][b][color=#663399]Location:[/color][/b]  New York New York
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	Jack’s words rattled around in Annika’s head. Runa’s voice drifted in and out of the din while Annika tried to make sense of it all. The world was in trouble and was very clearly falling apart, but was Runa’s prophecy correct? Or was Jack’s determination the only course of action?

	Annika’s heart tumbled over as she tried to listen to her ancestors. Fate was one thing, but the gift Annika had been given was not for nothing. The ancestors knew of the war the White Man was bringing to their doorstep and so sent gifts to Annika and others like her to help turn the tide and protect their people. Then Annika was taken from that and sent to Limbo, sent to this place in the future to what, watch it crumble? Or prevent the world from slipping away?

	This new land was strange, with foreign sounds and smells and very little plant life. Perhaps the White Man had won and turned her homeland into the cold and friendless world it was now. Perhaps this was always how it was meant to be. Did that mean this place was worth saving, or did her ancestors want Annika to help make it fall?

	Annika turned her head and watched Jack retreat outside. She stepped back and found herself standing next to Runa and Klara. This place wasn’t her home. Not anymore.