[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/0BFkPfU.png[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] the Lake
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	[color=silver]"I just... remembered it,"[/color] Megan explained to her brother quietly. She had been obsessed some with King Arthur when she was little - her therapist had claimed that it was just a way for her to cope with the trauma of being orphaned, a way to forget whatever terrible thing had happened to her parents. But now, Megan knew - or at least believed - that they really had just been memories, no psychoanalysis required to understand them. It was an odd thing to come to terms with, something Megan imagined would take a while. She had always been comfortable with the idea of meeting her birth parents one day - she just never imagined it like this. 

	At the lake itself, a woman came out of the water - Megan instantly identified her as the Lady of the Lake. She couldn't quite remember how the sword had got to be in the stone, but her question was answered before it was asked as the Lady of the Lake shoved the blade into the stone. Megan raised an eyebrow as she mentioned her birthright. [color=silver]"I don't believe in birthrights,"[/color] she said. Being born wasn't an achievement as far as she was concerned. Still though, the sword was pretty cool and Megan set down her belongings. She walked up to the stone and gripped the blade with both hands, giving it a strong pull and it slid on out. The sword had markings on it that were glowing. [color=silver]"I'm guessing it's magic?"[/color]