She would be as great as them; she would save lives with them. She'd ride on a horse and fight evil with ease. She'd be a hero, and she'd find her true love and have her true love's kiss. With a gasp, she stared at the diary. It was beautiful, in an old way. The papers were crisp and the front was rigid, but it was beautiful. She ran her fingers lightly over the cover and shivered.