A/N: Hello, everyone! This fic is inspired by the wonderful work of fictionalheart and, as you might guess, takes place in the same universe.

Elaine Corbenic is the CEO of The Grail, the paper for which Morgana works. Elaine's son, Galahad, enters a new quest while, on the other part of the city, another quest has already begun at the end of someone no one would ever suspect.

The internet was going crazy again. Once every couple of months, a new hunt would begin and the people of the Web would follow the slow agony of another man's fall.

"She can't go wrong, can she?"

Galahad was sipping his coffee, his sunglasses on even though he was inside. He kept reading the newspaper and ignored the comment. Or, maybe, he had not heard anything at all.

"Yesterday was not the weekend, so not one of your usual nights of revelry. She must have been really pretty to tempt you during a week night! Oh, sorry, am I presuming again? Was she a he?"

Galahad took his glasses off and sent an amused look towards his mother.

"I know you were being sarcastic, but I actually appreciate the thoughtfulness of rethinking your prejudices, mother."

"Uhm, yes, well, I do try." Elaine Corbenic was still a very beautiful woman. The twenty six years that had passed from the day she had become a mother had only gifted a certain strength to her features, a determination in the glint of her eyes. And, despite her sarcastic nature, she did try very hard.

"Have you heard what I said, Galahad?"

Galahad chuckled. "Are you my mother? It's 10 am, I haven't slept, and I'm still sipping my coffee. So, no, mother. I have not heard a single word you said."

Elaine's eyes shot to the ceiling as if an apparition were manifesting itself.

"I said" she paused and inhaled deeply "that woman cannot do anything wrong, can she?"

"Who?"

"The Queen of Avalon, Galahad. She is bringing another one down. And that little nerd is untraceable."

"Why does that concern us? Isn't it actually good? She raises awareness on the power of the blogging platform while dealing, yes, with our same topics but with a different approach!"

"Uhm. I wonder if Morgana will think the same"

Galahad looked perplexed. And finally, awake.

"Why shouldn't she? She knows the business."

"That she does. But I still think she wouldn't like to know the Queen of Avalon's next victim is her brother. Arthur Pendragon."

"Shit." Galahad jumped from the chair he was sitting on.
"How do you know? No, it doesn't matter for now. We need to tell her about this. Immediately."

"Yes." Elaine sat on the newly emptied chair. "Or, we could take care of this for her."
She shifted on the chair and looked at her son. "I know I ask a lot of you. But, you know that

Morgana is in a difficult position. She has just found a very precarious balance and this" she said, pointing at the Avalon blog "might just very well tipped the scale for the worst."

Galahad looked at his mother and smiled. "Yes. We could take care of this. Well... I can." Elaine smiled back at her son.
"Yes. I will take care of this."

"Of course! I will take care of this."
"Thank you, Madge. I will see you on Tuesday then."

The rendezvous appointed on the black leather agenda, she then gestured for the girl to help her keep her bag open as to more easily put her things back and left the central branch of the Lakeside Spa.

The decision to walk back home had not been a smart one. The sun was high and it was unseasonably warm. It seemed that everyone was outside and, while it was acceptable to pass some time with outdoor activities, it was certainly less acceptable for a society darling to be seen breaking into a stride that was less than graceful and more than hurried.

Viviane slowed down when she reached Mayfair in fear that even the buildings might observe her and pass judgement. Her mobile rang.

"Percival, what a nice surprise!"
"Hello, stepmother! How are you doing? Excited for tomorrow?"

"I am! The Lakes have always been known for their charitable work. And it seems like I am going to be the last one to honour this tradition, stepson." replied Viviane, putting emphasis on the their shared joke.

Percival chuckled. "Serves me right for calling you stepmother, I guess."
"Yes, I feel I shouldn't have to remind you every time that I am only four years your senior." "Believe me, no one who has seen you would ever believe me to be the youngest between us!" "Umph. Very well. Can I at least count on your presence tomorrow?"
"I wouldn't miss it for the world, Viviane."
"Excellent, I'll see you tomorrow, then."
"Bye!"

Viviane smiled. Everyone always expects stepmothers and stepchildren to be at odds but she had been lucky. When she had first married Pellinore, he had been a widower for three years and his son, Percival, had welcomed her warmly. After a short while, some very proper people had even believed them to be too 'cosy'. Pellinore had known Viviane was loyal to him and that his son was simply a good-hearted boy who had looked at a new family member with acceptance and immediate affection.

Once she reached her address, her reflection in the Lake's golden plaque reminded her she was no longer a scared twenty three year-old. The woman in front of her was rich, confident, and liked by

everyone. Well, almost everyone. Viviane smirked at the thought while she closed the door behind her and went to her bedroom.

Her laptop was fully charged so she grabbed it and brought it with her in her private drawing room. A steaming cup of Earl Grey was ready on the small cherrywood table near the yellow silk sofa. Her staff knew her schedule to perfection and always made sure Viviane's needs were seen to.

She sat down, opened her browser, and wrote: " ". The desired webpage appeared in front of her. She sipped her tea and stole a glance out of the window, where the emerald green of her English lawn interrupted the urban scene of London. She started typing:

"My duty is not an easy one.

However, it is clear to me that once a path has been chosen, there is no coming back.

My people, another man will be brought to justice for his committed crimes.

The first clue of our new quest is the following:

- B should have really listened to his brother, B, who, unlike him, knows how to swindle poor people.-

Yours,
The Queen of Avalon."

Viviane smiled. It was hunting season.