[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#663399]Annika Falling Star[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/72a11c854d8e3068f12194007d42ecd7/tumblr_pof946JgQS1v3phb7o1_400.gifv [/img][hr][b][color=#663399]Location:[/color][/b] Limbo
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	Annika walked for a long time. Truthfully, she had no idea how long she walked for. It didn’t bother her either way, other than she came across no other soul. This place felt empty, void of all life except her own. She wrapped her arms around herself, calling out in her native tongue and her father’s, hoping someone or something would answer her.

	Annika paused every half hour or so, walking around in a tight circle or just standing in place as she looked around. The birds in the sky seemed to follow her. Shivering, Annika started forward once more when this red mist covered her. She released her body, looking at her arms. Curiosity filled her, but fear pricked her skin. That was when the burning started. Annika shrieked and stumbled around as her eyes burned. She had nothing on her to wash her eyes out. Not even the tears she cried could stop the burning.

	She pulled her tunic up to wipe her eyes, and through blurred vision, she saw blood. Her fingers brushed against her cheeks to wipe the wetness away. When she looked at her fingers, she confirmed they were covered in blood. Annika dropped her hands and shifted, terrified as she looked around. 

	There was no one to fight, no one to make the pain stop. Annika was used to living obstacles; not mystical ones. She started to cry more until it became hard to breathe. After taking a few more steps, Annika finally felt a reprieve. She sighed in relief as the pain subsided. The only evidence that anything had happened was the bloody tear tracks along her cheek. However, there was a new challenge. Annika saw two people approach the crossroads at the same time she did. She stepped to the side, widening her stance in case she needed to attack or defend. She watched the two strangers closely.

	They wore the same cloak and had the strange necklace on, but aside from that, they looked completely different from Annika. They wore weird clothes. Even their hair was unusual. Annika eyed them wearily as they both spoke English but with a strange accent, she had never heard. 

	[color=#663399]”Tánon' ónhka ní:se'?”[/color] Annika asked. She looked between the both of them before clarifying in English. [color=#663399]”And who are you?”[/color] She spoke English well, with an ingenious accent with a British lit to it due to learning English from her father. The name the man uttered made no impression on Annika.