Before she obtained her weapons, she would have never been able to imagine what she could do with them. Once a pen and a paper were in front of her she was capable of everything.
Dragons would crawl out of the tip of her pen and mountains of ink and words would feel the page. She would let her imagination run wild and conjure up castles, prisons and give flesh to happy faces.
Did she dream of clouds made out of marshmallows and flying chocolates? It was done.
Did she dream of a princess in high heels humiliating a prince wearing pink skirts? It was done.
Did she dream of bony witches slowing draining the blood out of young animals? It was done with a stroke of her pen.
Whatever she could ever dream or think of, it could be turned into reality. All she needed was a pen and paper.