[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]	Her father didn't give much details on the other potential enchanted weapons that existed courtesy of Merlin. She supposed though that when you wielded Excalibur, you didn't pay much attention to the weapons that others had. Of course, Megan didn't even know the extent of her sword's power. She knew that supposedly, the sword granted the right to rule - and that it was magic in origin. She didn't know what it could do though, beyond being used to cut people. 

	The carriages were ready for them, with the fairy tale characters already sorting themselves into carriages. The day before, Megan would not have sought out a seat with Guinevere and Arthur. But now, she remembered them as her parents. And Megan wasn't much of an extrovert. She didn't like riding with strangers. So, Megan took a seat in the same carriage as Arthur and Guinevere. She left the door open as she got in, assuming Jack would follow most likely.