[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] Merlin's Warehouse
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Megan couldn't help but be unnerved, given how calm Merlin was with them being watched. Was this really a safe space to congregate, with Maleficent - or whoever she really was - having people watch them? Her mind was still torn over whether or not she should fully believe Merlin, but at least for now, she had resolved to take what he said with a grain of salt. She couldn't help but notice the whispers of the others inside this warehouse, all of whom appeared to be about the same age as Merlin. [color=silver]"I'm fine, thanks,"[/color] she replied, not feeling much like eating or drinking at the moment. 

	She took a seat, nodding in agreement with what her brother had said. None of this met the conventional rules of reality. [color=silver]"To add to that... What do you know of our parents? What precisely happened?"[/color] she asked. Merlin had given them small details so far, but she yearned to hear the full story. She wanted to know who her parents were and the circumstances that had brought her to an orphanage in Kansas all those years ago. If all of this was real, then Maleficent's threat was great - but it still didn't outweigh the demands of the heart. She wanted to know the truth, no matter how strange, bizarre, or improbable it may be.