[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 turned her head, as her brother asked if everything was alright. In truth, she didn't really know. She didn't know how to deal with all of this information that had been thrown at her. It was one thing to be told that her birth parents were King Arthur and Lady Guinevere - it was another thing entirely to meet them and have them be so frustratingly perfect. [color=silver]"I wish they had a little bit of a monster in them,"[/color] Megan admitted to her brother, quietly enough that no one but him could hear. [color=silver]"They're idealized myths. I wish there was something in them to despise."[/color] Arthur and Guinevere were perfect - they were the heroic ideals, royals who were just and kind and righteous. People like them didn't exist in the world that Megan grew up in. 

	More importantly, she couldn't see hints of herself in them. She knew that there was undoubtedly inherited physical characteristics, but those personality traits and quirks, none of it was there. She knew that people didn't inherit personalities genetically - that was impossible and just bad science - but still, she felt like she had no connection to those people. At least a little darkness in them would have humanized them and be something that Megan could relate to. Instead, they just looked like strangers to her, people from a world that Megan could never belong to. 

	The crocodile was nearby, meaning the pirates were as well. Megan wouldn't have minded an altercation with the pirates - a sword fight with them honestly seemed fun. But they didn't have time for that. They needed to move and quickly. Unfortunately, the others, their guides, hadn't arrived yet it seemed.