[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 Castle
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	[color=silver]"We all die,"[/color] Megan told Maleficent with a hint of a smile. She was slow to block Maleficent's next attack though, resulting in a nasty gash on her arm. It stung, but the adrenaline coursed through her veins - she only felt more and more alive. The pain was a blessing, a screaming symphony. She went for another attack, hoping to continue the deadly duel between the two of them, but instead something else happened - something unexpected, yet magical and strange. Maleficent was gone, sucked into the packages of a notebook - and then, trapped inside an enchanted lamp. 

	It was the first time one of her duels had ended like that, in what was more or less a draw. It smarted slightly. But that was fine. It was more important that Maleficent had been defeated, that they could now liberate these lands. Megan didn't imagine that it would be a final victory - she expected there would be some battles to go, some remnants and loyalists to handle, but that was fine. They had cut off the head of the beast after all. 

	Merlin confirmed that it was all over, and that they were free to return where they wished. Megan had no intention of going back to Kansas - no intention of trading her sword for a scalpel. Instead, she knelt to the ground. She lacked a ring to offer. [color=silver]"Gabriella, I offer you my blood, my body, my flesh, my spirit,"[/color] Megan murmured. She held a hand to her bleeding wound on her opposite arm, and then extended those bloodied fingertips to Gabriella. [color=silver]"Your enemies will be mine. Your dreams and fantasies, I shall strive to make true. My penumbral mistress... my Gabriella... will you marry me?"[/color]