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hardly keep her eyes open. She tried to
turn her head, to look upon her killer one last time, but she
couldn’t.
    “ Why?” was all she was
able to say.
    The man tossed his raven hair behind
his back. He leaned over Kara and smiled.
    “ Because. I needed to
inject you…and then I needed for you to die. You need to die for
the transformation to work. Your metamorphosis would be incomplete
if you didn’t die. Things must die in order to be born again, as
you angels know all too well.”
    He reached out and wiped a tear from
her eyes. She had not the strength to move away.
    “ Only in death can we rise
up stronger. Like the caterpillar becoming a butterfly, your
chrysalis is your death. You will rise again, Kara, and when you do, you will
be magnificent .”
    As she listened to the crazy man speak
about angels as if they were real, Kara’s last thoughts were of
David.
    And then she succumbed to the darkness
and was no more.

C hapter 3
    Back with a
Twist
     
     
     
    A white world. A blurry haze. Silence.
    Kara felt as though she
were floating. Her mind was empty, empty of feeling, empty of
everything. It was a strange dream. It was as though her
consciousness was all around her, and she was a big, floating
brain. It was as though she didn’t have a body. At first she
thought she was dreaming, but then in dreams you don’t
usually know you’re dreaming. You only know you’re dreaming once you wake
up. This was different.
    She felt like she was millions of
different pieces at once, like she was in every particle of dust.
Her consciousness was stretched and everywhere at the same
time.
    The world shifted. As her vision
cleared, she felt the weight of her body return, like the millions
of bits of her were gathered up and made whole again.
    Then she was standing on solid ground.
Kara blinked the fogginess from her mind and looked
around.
    She stood in an elevator, not an
ordinary elevator, but the special elevators that transported
guardian angels to Horizon. She recognized the elegant, handcrafted
cherry panels with golden-wing crests, and the familiar mothball
smell. She was back, back on her way to Horizon.
    But how could that be? Her last memory
of Horizon was of the conversation she had had with the Chief. He
had told her that she had channeled every last bit of her elemental
power into the obelisk and had drained her elemental part away. She
specifically remembered him saying, “We won’t be requesting your
services for quite some time.”
    So there it was. Quite
some time, that meant a long time, and right now she knew it hadn’t been that
long. How could it be? When she was still a college student,
working in the same bookstore. She shouldn’t be here…and yet she
was.
    Moreover, she was back and
a regular angel—no more special elemental abilities, no more rays of
golden power—she had exhausted her special powers. She was an
ordinary angel.
    She wasn’t sure how to feel. She had
been unique, and even though she had been hated by most of her
peers, she had always secretly enjoyed being different from the
other guardian angels. It had been a big part of who she was—it was
what made her special.
    Without knowing why, she reached up
behind her and felt the back of her neck, half expecting something
to be there. But what? She couldn’t remember. Why was she acting so
silly?
    As Kara leaned against the back panel
of the elevator, she held her head in her hands. Her memories
flooded back. She recalled the memory projection, her last mission
as a mortal, the Fay Sisters, Olga, Gideon, and the Dark Warlock.
The memory of Lilith pained her. She hoped Lilith’s soul was safe
and had been reborn.
    She regained her composure and took
stock of her surroundings more carefully.
    A primate, a large
gray-black chimpanzee, was standing next to the operating panel.
Its single red bowtie made it look like a furry black present. It
wore a purple vest over its broad shoulders with the nametag Chimp 6L75 stitched in
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