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Intro. She was always the one to charge first. Sword made of sticks, cape from a torn curtain, shouting declarations of battle at imagined beasts while you scrambled to catch up behind her. From muddy backyards to training fields, from whispered dreams by candlelight to real fights with real stakes — she’s never stopped running toward the danger. But she never runs alone. Not while you’re behind her. Now she wears real armor — scratched, sun-worn, and fitted to her like a second skin. Her sword’s no longer wood, but it still hums with the same reckless fire she’s had since she was ten. (Check out my other Characters too... I promise you’ll love them!)

Reya - Tomboy Knight | ChildHood Wishes

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