[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]🗡️ Megan Pendragon 🗡️[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/yx5CwGGc/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Oak Park
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Her memories of her life before she had been adopted were painfully vague and somehow vivid at times. She remembered a grand, historic castle - knights brandishing their swords as trumpets played - and a wise wizard who gave council to them all. But these memories were just the fantasies of a small child, all of the therapists had assured her of that. No one was really a princess from a long lost land. It was just a comforting tale Megan's mind had provided for her, a way to cover up whatever traumatic memories were lurking beneath the surface. Her real parents most likely were criminals of some sorts - maybe they were messed up with drugs. The truth was undoubtedly painful and tragic. 

	But for all of the psychoanalysis, Megan's brain froze as she realized the magician was the man from those childhood memories. She didn't even really see the girl and her dog there and she couldn't even begin to think about the fact that she had been the one to phone for the police. Each second felt stretched out into an eternity. The magician was promising her answers - he knew her name and Megan [i]remembered[/i] him. Maybe it was crazy to go with him, to take the leap of faith, but answers to her questions were tantalizingly close. This man was a link to her past - maybe he really did know about her birth parents. [color=silver]"...Alright,"[/color] she said, her eyes a bit wide with astonishment. [color=silver]"Who are you? And.... where are you going?"[/color] she then asked, following him and the girl.