[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 hadn't slept much during the night. It wasn't because she was stressed or afraid or nervous - or even excited to meet her biological parents. She was an insomniac. It had been an asset during medical school, as she survived with fewer hours of sleep and could get a few extra hours of studying in - and post school, it meant that she always had the time to watch a horror movie or two before heading to work. She loved how still the world felt at night, knowing that businesses were closed and most people were in the realm of the unconscious. There was something spooky about the night, something that just felt right to her. 

	She wondered briefly if there had been a mistake and her actual parent was Jack from the Nightmare Before Christmas - or perhaps even Dracula. Most of the people here seemed to be more or less carbon copies of their parents. She and Jack were the exceptions. He was nothing like her father. And her biological parents were royalty - they were heroes - Megan wasn't that in any shape or form. For a few hours during the morning, she had stared at excalibur, as if the sword would vanish into smoke, turning out to just be a mirage. She could hear the others moving and heading down to the area with the rest, but Megan stayed in the room she was in, pulling the skull out of her bag - her new friend, Mina. 

	[color=silver]"They don't understand me, do they?"[/color] she whispered to the skull. [color=silver]"I don't think I'm the slightest bit like them, Mina."[/color]