[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]	[color=silver]"That's the entire point - how can you begin to compare and contrast if you never look? You have to start somewhere,"[/color] Megan reminded her brother. She had always been incredibly curious - and now that she could remember her early childhood, she knew that it had been true then. The bits and flashes of Camelot she had put together a coherent story of the little girl that Megan had been, and the odd woman she had grown up to become. It was strange, thinking about the fractured pieces of her identity. Last week, she had been Dr. Megan Pendragon, Medical Examiner. Now, she was that; but also Megan Mordred, Princess of Camelot. She hadn't had any interest in finding her biological parents, but now that she remembered being that little girl in that castle? Now, Megan couldn't help but feel... [i]happy[/i]... to know them again. 

	No sooner than Ariel had offered to show them the prison did word come that they council was willing to hear them out. Megan sighed slightly - another time. Meeting with the council was regrettably more important. Innocent people were depending on them. Megan had never fancied herself a hero, but she couldn't deny the heroic inclination within her. Excalibur's weight was more than just physical.