[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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[b][color=#663399]Spells:[/color][/b] Shapechange;
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	Annika, the bear cub, stumbled back from her foe when she felt a surge of power enter her limbs. She began to grow and grow. She grew larger than any bear she had ever witnessed, but it aided her well. She rose on her hind legs and towered over the demon she had been gnawing on. Leaning her body weight forward, Annika came down atop the demon. The ground shook beneath her great frame. Her previous assailant was no more, and Annika turned her focus on the remaining demons. She sliced and tore them in half with claws and teeth. Once there were no more demons, Annika stood there on all fours, panting and looking from left to right with blackened eyes.

	After a few more moments of rest, Annika turned her focus inward. She shut her eyes and remembered her grandmother’s hands. They had become smooth with age, wrinkled skin over knuckles and joints that became swollen when the weather shifted. As the thoughts entered her mind, Annika began to turn back to human. Paws and claws shifted into calloused palms with nimble fingers. Black fur changed into the sun-warmed, weathered skin of her people, and the hides of her kills clothed her once more.

	Annika touched the soft material of the sorcerer’s cloak, greeting the strange moving material while Jack spoke. She appreciated his knowledge and was grateful to have someone on their side who knew the land. Annika was confused that Ananym was not who she initially appeared to be, but as Annika quickly learned, this land was not what it seemed.

	They had lost a member of their makeshift group, but like the others seemed to feel, there was no time for mourning at present. Of course, Annika was sad, but she had experienced a large amount of death in the last several months. The emotional burden was no longer heavy to carry.

	[color=#663399]”How do we find this woman you speak of, this other sorcerer?”[/color] Annika spoke in the common tongue of the group, but her accent stumbled over the strangeness of the word sorcerer. Limbo had no rules, and it shifted often. Even the Stepping Discs that Jack spoke of were unreliable methods of transportation.

	A young girl spoke rather harshly to Jack, proclaiming he had no answers or actual knowledge for them. Annika looked at Klara with confusion. Jack had ample knowledge about Limbo, and to know an enemy was to learn of a way to defeat them.

	Annika believed Jack was allowing each person to voice their opinions, and Klara was simply expressing hers. However, Annika couldn’t help thinking about her own culture. She would have been punished if she had spoken to her Grandmother that way, as their elders were revered and respected. Jack had not reached elder status by the definition of Annika’s tribe, but his knowledge was something they needed if they wished to survive. Her father even held a certain amount of respect for the men in his own culture. Perhaps in Klara’s culture, it was different. Annika was curious about it but refrained from asking questions. Instead, her way of seeing others beyond herself would have to suffice.