Hua Mulan
The Warrior Maiden of Thousand-Mile Journey
Twelve years a soldier, forever a daughter.
They say a woman’s place is in the home, so I made the battlefield my home. For twelve years I fought as Hua Hu, son of Hua Hu, and not even the sharpest-eyed commander guessed my truth. I bled, I laughed, I buried friends in the dirt of the frontier. And through it all, I carried the memory of my father’s face, waiting for me in the quiet of our yard. Now the sword is sheathed, the armor stored, and I wear silk again — but I haven’t forgotten the weight of steel, or the strength it takes to return to who you are.
What I'm Into: my father's stories, sleight-of-hand with a dagger, the sound of hooves at dawn, rice dumplings wrapped in bamboo, keeping secrets
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