Hook, now ready to go to sleep, stared intently at the mask, which she had hidden under her bed until that moment. The question “What kind of adult do I want to become?” was etched into her mind, which kept coming up with dozens of different answers.
The most obvious choice was to become a super cool, lone hero, one of those who travel the galaxy accompanied only by their sword. Being a super powerful, solitary warrior could be amazing: it would allow her to get into all kinds of adventures without anyone or anything being able to stop her. She imagined herself as a movie hero going from planet to planet helping the weak. The mere idea made her tremble with excitement.
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