[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 seemingly spaced out for a moment, but inside her head, it was like a gate had been thrown open. An onslaught of memories rushed through her head. She remembered being fit for armor with the Pendragon crest as a small child, with Guinevere and Arthur, no, her [i]parents[/i] standing by her; she remembered training with a knight... [i]Lancelot[/i]; she remembered seeing her parents arguing in their room, with Lancelot, and mentions of her name being thrown around. [i]Her name[/i]. She realized she [i]did[/i] actually have a second name. Her name had been Megan Mordred Pendragon, Princess of Camelot. As Megan came to, she couldn't help but feel disoriented. She remembered her life here now. Ten years of her life, two fifths of her life, returned to her. 

	Her father asked her what had happened; her parents looked worried. The guard returned, saying it was time for the King and Queen to see them. Moments ago, Megan would have brushed off the concern from Guinevere and Arthur - she hadn't known them moments ago. But now, she remembered being their daughter - she remembered growing up in this world. She remembered that even though she hadn't been the classic princess, they had supported her and cared for her anyways. [color=silver]"Oh, just a rush of memories - probably repressed or something either by years of therapy telling me that Camelot wasn't real or Merlin's magic, take your pick,"[/color] Megan said casually. [color=silver]"S'pose we ought to go in, though. Do you think they use a guillotine here for state executions?"[/color]