She was raised on stories of chivalry and princesses, but she wanted to be a knight, not a beautiful maiden.
She rode her bike up and down the street with a broom tucked under one arm for a lance. In her imagination, she fought monsters and righted wrongs.
When she grew older and saw all the ugliness that the children’s stories scrubbed away, she became disappointed and put away childish things.
But when her anger and despair threatened to overwhelm her, she put on her armor and fought for the world, not as it was but as it should be.

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