A message for Megan

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Many miles away deep in the countryside the Druids had set up a camp. It looked like a medieval camp so out of place in the modern society that surrounded them. There were children running around, playing. the older children were using their magic to create great smoke and ash animals that moved and amused the younger children.

Morgause rushed over to Merlin who was also at the Druid camp with Morgana. "Did you feel it, the magic?" She asked quickly, but clearly wanting an answer. "Yes" he said bluntly. Morgauses face lit up and she rushed away, back to her husband. With that Morgana woke up. "Merlin?" She quietly said. "Yeah" he replied. "What's Morgause excited about?" She asked. "Oh, there was a big magical surge... Basically the girls had the dream" he replied to the sleepy Morgana. He saw a smile appear on her face and he smiled back at her. Things were improving.

Morgause walked into a Druid tent which was full of magical crystals and potions. She sat down in the middle and recited an old English spell. An image flashed up on the clear crystal in the middle of the tent. It sat on a rich, velvety, purple cushion. "Megan" Morgause whispered into the crystal. The image of the crystal showed Megan sleeping but waking up gently when she heard her name. "Megan, that's not your real family" Morgause thought of her words carefully, she didn't want to scare Megan. "Megan, that's not your real family" she repeated, just as carefully as before

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