Damsel in Shining Armour

I across the waters, faster than I could run on the ground. Droplets sprayed behind me and the wind drove my hair all over my face.
But I didn't care. It was like something had awoken in me. Something that had been asleep for a very long time. It lit me up from deep within like an ember fueled with pure feeling.
I spread my arms wide and laughed.
So this is what magic felt like. It felt.... alive.
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Riana Carson. The writer. The dreamer. The adventurer.... who had never had an adventure. You'd think at the age of 13 someone by the likes of her would rather spend a Friday afternoon with her friends at the movies.
No.
She'd rather spend it at home, watching Netlfix, or maybe just fooling around with some paint. She's believed in magic all her life... her constant faith never wavering. But when the lines between imagination and reality gets blurred, this writer of fantasy has no idea what to do with her adventure.
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"Every story needs its hero. And this is your story. Who's your hero?"
"Who's writing it?"
She rolled her eyes at me. "Why you are of course. All you need to do is make it worth reading."