Prologue

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(Brianna's POV)

The image haunts my memories. A singed purple mask dropping to the ground at my feet. One piece of fabric was all it took to send a shockwave rippling throughout Silver City. Our beloved hero Butterflygirl had been vanquished by her nemesis.

And on that day I lost my best friend. The girl I had grown up with was gone. No more being greatest with her socially awkward attempts at striking up a conversation. No more having her say ridiculously big word when I find myself at a loss for words. No more knowing that someone will always be there to help when I'm fighting a supervillain. There is only a mourning city, and memories of her.

I remember hearing a quote once. Something about how life's struggles isn't what makes a hero, instead it is the hero within us that is revealed in times of struggle. But I'm struggling, and I don't feel heroic.

Anyone reading this might as well abandon this book now. The life of superhero is not a glamorous one, and it isn't for the faint of heart. It's a life of chaos, and heartbreak.

Well, if you're still reading this, then good for you. You're probably crazy, but I guess the world is full of weirdos just like you. Let me remind you, it's not too late to make a run for it.

Really? You're still here? Oh well, I guess I'll have to tell how my life has been lately.

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Welcome to the sequel to Breaking Butterfly. -AureilliaSkyland

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