[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]  Limbo
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      Annika surveyed her surroundings with invested interest. She had never seen buildings quite like these before. There were new members of their party as well, but they were all dressed similarly.

      She took a seat next to Jack once the group reached the table and sat with the cloak wrapped around her. She absentmindedly brushed at the feathers in her hair, mindful of the talons, and listened to the people around her speak.

      Due to her long fingers being in the shape of claws, she refrained from eating or drinking anything. Truth be told, even if she had human hands Annika would have refrained from eating or drinking anything here. She didn't know how the food was grown or how the land was cultivated.

      The Lady Witchfire seemed to be willing to help them all return to their own time, but Annika remained unconvinced. She came from a time period where people went against their word. They spoke in colourful language that made it seem as if they understood but the outcome was far from understanding. No, Annika did not believe this person.