[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]	Megan didn't believe her brother when he said that he hadn't thought about it. She was almost certain that he had. If she had to guess, he was fully intending on returning to the ordinary world and just picking back up at work as if nothing had ever happened. Her brother could be a bit of a coward at times, though truly she couldn't blame him. It was a lot to leave one life behind, particularly knowing that in this world, people would see him as the spawn of a monster. Megan was almost a little bit jealous. She would have liked to have a demonic parent - but instead, she had the shining King and Queen of Camelot. 

	Before she could press her brother further on the matter, the boar Arthur had been tracking showed its tusks. The boar squealed loudly, coming out of the brush, and knocked Megan down onto her back. She sprung back up quickly to her feet, ignoring Arthur's hand, and drew her sword. The boar returned for another charge and Megan swung her sword, wounding it. She swung again, hoping to kill it, but she missed. And before she could finish a third swing, the boar slammed into her, knocking her down to the ground again.