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[color=f26522][b][h2][center]Morgan Le Fay [/center] [/h2][/b][/color]

Maggie was seated in the lobby, nervously running her fingers over her grimoire, which was placed on her lap. The book was covered in brown leather; anyone with a keen eye would see it was not normal. She would look quite out of place in the clothes she was wearing. To everyone around her, it looked like she was cosplaying as a 19th-century widower.  From behind the veil, she was watching everyone who was walking past her. Not minding the strange looks she was getting. 

Her eyes scanned the lobby for the other heroes, seated or standing. The first thought was: what abilities do the other heroes have? She didn’t have any conversation with the other heroes. She preoccupied herself by tapping her thin fingers on the cover of her grimoire. Occasionally, she would look out at the skyline and feel an eerie sense that she was being watched. She didn’t know how many were watching, but she felt thousands were watching her constantly.  


She almost jumped out of her seat as the receptionist spoke to them. She was even more shocked by the sudden teleportation. Maggie took in her new surroundings and was not impressed, to say the least. She had been sitting, so after they were teleported, she landed hard on the ground. Slowly, she got back onto her feet and wiped off the dirt from her dress. After doing this, she picked up her grimoire. 

Her eyes looked over at the man speaking. Surprisingly, their first task was to beat a dragon. There was a moment of silence before she spoke. [color=f26522]“Killing a dragon is a pretty tall ordah. They are ancient and powerful creatures. We would need some heavy-duty magic to kill it.” [/color]Her voice was barely a whisper, with a heavy Boston accent. She herself knew she couldn’t beat one because she was a novice magic user at best. A part of her wished her grandfather were here; he’d probably know or would help with beating a dragon. 

Her attention then turned to the dragon that was coming at them.  Quickly, she opened her grimoire and flipped through some pages. After a bit, she found what she was looking for and spoke the incantation. The spell was spoken in a dead language centuries old. And as she finished speaking, bricks floated into the air and formed a huge wall. Mostly to try to protect the other heroes.