[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#663399]Annika Falling Star[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/0205d2a8d8415d14ac7b9c85bf991fb4/b2e7929b8c8c7c08-05/s400x600/7921897feee3c728af64e77e06a83ed0218c081d.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#663399]Location:[/color][/b]  New York New York
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	Hope. Hope for a new world, a new order. When her home was first invaded, hope was common among her people. Hope, that the White Men would spare Annika and her people. Hope that the foreigners would work with the world's caretakers and aid them. And then that hope shifted to just making it through the night. Hope that their elders would survive the new diseases brought to their lands.

	Carolina came over and spoke of a vision she had. Annika removed her eyes from the box to look at Carolina. Seers were revered among Annika’s people. If this box contained the very essence of Hope, the thing Ananym was attempting to take from them, they had to try, right?

	Carolina left, taking the scroll with her to save some of the others. Annika picked up the box. Even if it consumed her, she had to try. What if this Hope reached through time and helped her people?

	Annika stepped back out into the chaos of New York City. She looked up at the sky, seeing Jax struggle. The imps closed in on Wong until Carolina saved him. The pentagram seemed to fade, although Ananym attacked Madalyne, unrelenting in her need to destroy the world. Although this was not Annika’s world, it shouldn’t be destroyed. Although this world was not full of nature, wind, and peace, it was her friend’s world. Annika walked calmly towards Ananym — her purpose clear — and opened the box.

	A blinding light enveloped the world Annika knew. It burned, but it also felt comforting, like the Creator had picked her up himself and began to burn away all the imperfections and all the pain she had known in the last few years. It was a release. Even as hope faded from Annika’s mind, she knew her mission was being accomplished. Ananym was fading just as Annika was until the two no longer existed as they once were. 

	The box Annika had been holding dropped to the ground and shut. As the light faded, two babes were revealed — the embodiment of hope and a new generation to fight for.