[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 snorted slightly with amusement, seeing Jack end the boar hunt prematurely with a fireball. [color=silver]"You seem to be quickly gaining a fondness for that - if only I should be so lucky as to be tried as a witch,"[/color] Megan quipped. Dying at the stake, with the flames conjured by her brother's magic, seemed like a suitable way to go. She had no plans on dying in this fight against the pirates nor against Maleficent. If anything, she hoped she was destroyed by a righteous mob - knowing the rules of this plane of existence, she could survive as a spooky ghostly legend. 	

	[color=silver]"Unfortunately, I still have all of my limbs and have gained no new scars,"[/color] Megan answered, standing up to her feet. She had always liked the idea of a distinctive scar across the face - particularly ones that went through the eye. She always felt they looked quite dashing. Her mind flickered to a moment to Rose, but she abandoned the train of thought, snuffing it out. Rose hardly knew she existed. [color=silver]"I s'pose we ought to take the carcass back now, ensure that the boar is used in its entirety."[/color]