[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SR0pmc6n/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Atlantica
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	A few hours had gone by in Arthur and Guinevere's small cabin in the woods. Megan wasn't as extremely uncomfortable as she had been when she first encountered them, but she still felt tense and awkward. She couldn't help but feel that Arthur and Guinevere felt a connection to her that she just didn't share. She didn't remember them. She didn't know them. They didn't really know her - maybe they knew someone she had once been, but Megan hardly remembered her childhood in Camelot. Those memories and that person were gone. It was really just her surname and her faintly British accent that remained. 

	Arthur had taken up the leadership position, standing on the trail outside of the cabin. Megan was outside as well with her belongings, ready to take the next portion of their journey. The closer they were able to get to overthrowing Maleficent, the better. She hadn't been in this land very long, but Megan knew that Maleficent was a cruel and wicked tyrant - someone she would have adored to see in a film or a book, but in practice, she despised. Dark things were only fun when they weren't oppressing people's freedom and free will.