[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/xCz2t2Xw/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Maleficent's Gates
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	[color=silver]"I would be so lucky,"[/color] Megan said earnestly. Perhaps it was too fast - perhaps she was playing into a lesbian stereotype, U-hauling with Gabriella - but the idea of the necromancer raising her corpse sent a welcome chill throughout her body. She would gladly serve Gabriella in life and she would gladly do the same in death. There was a pressing need within her, to show Gabriella the full extent of her worship, her ability to be the most faithful disciple. She would bear Gabriella's marks, let Gabriella unravel her and hold her blood in her hands, and she would thank her for it. Death would be the ultimate expression of her dizzying love. 

	But she could not just think of sacrilege and devotion - the drawbridge had lowered, her brother on the other side of it. They could access Maleficent's castle itself now, no longer engaged in siege-like warfare. The others inside should probably have made good work so far with their efforts, ideally having Maleficent handled, but some reinforcements likely could not hurt - as long as everyone kept focused and on task rather than yelling at each other. So Megan crossed the drawbridge, ready for what would come.