#melara

Halloween had maybe, sort of, possibly, had more of an affect on Megara than she would have liked to admit. 

It wasn’t just mental or physical, it was both. She saw green eyes in her dreams. She felt sick when her veins hummed with life and itched for something more; something powerful and scary that had a grip on her like a force that could not be controlled. 

Meg was a big, tough girl. But this was Magic, and Magic was sometimes all the more powerful than anything else. You could not resist Magic. At least, Megara never could.

This was probably why she’d wound up here, on the doorsteps of The Dragon Lady, The Sorceress of Swynlake. Mel. How funny was that? Their names so close when shortened. It was almost like fate, wasn’t it?

She knocked and waited, thinking of Halloween and darkness and dirt transformed to water. When the door opened, she- well, she tried to smile. It felt awkward. 

“Hey. I don’t know if you remember me- from Halloween? Sorry to just... show up like this. I didn’t know any other way to get a hold of you. Is this a- bad time?”