[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/nzzkRWNx/source.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Merlin's Tower 
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Megan hardly looked convinced - even if her brother wasn't physically drained, he was no doubt mentally exhausted. She didn't mean that he was stupid or anything (although he was the dumb sibling in her opinion), but rather a lot had happened. He had been kidnapped by his father and discovered that he had magical abilities. Even Megan wished that she could spend some calming moments in the morgue, smelling the embalming fluid - no other place in the world was quite so serene. She missed the familiar weight of the bone saw in her hands. The morgue was her temple, her sanctuary - her kingdom, really. 

	She turned her head as Merlin said it would be a few days before all of the parents were assembled. A sense of dread filled her, one that she didn't understand. She shouldn't have cared about her bio parents showing up - they didn't mean anything to her. They had given birth to her and raised her in her early years, but she didn't remember them. And they didn't know her - the person she had once been was gone, each cell replaced, each memory overwritten with something new. Her eyes then drifted over towards her brother. His meeting with his father had been less than pleasant.