Annnnndddd we're back! The shambling author has found her way back to one of her decrepit forgotten projects to drop some content and disappear again for months on end... (sorry about that :l)

ANYWAY Here we go! Buckle up kids and hold on to your surgically made smiles, we're in for a wild ride.

Rain poured down in heavy sheets, soaking the miserable group thoroughly, just in case they weren't wet enough already. Careful younger self, your sarcasm is showing through.

"Sire!" Leon called through the storm "We need to find shelter!"

"And how do you suggest about doing that?" Arthur shouted back. "I can't even see the front of my own horse!" Wait... when did Arthur decide to go on this mission? Did they mention that last chapter? Did I miss it?

"Then how are you seeing the trail?" Merlin asked from the rear.

"I'm not!"

"Oh."

Comedy.

"Sire, we must try and find some sort of protection, we'll all get a cold if we stay out much longer!" Leon called again. Gawain sneezed from behind him. Comedy. "It might be too late already!"

"I'll go find shelter!" Viviane volunteered and galloped past them quickly.

"Wait!" Arthur called, but she was already lost to the sheets of rain. Merlin spent the next hour trying to peer through the water for any sign of the headstrong girl. After an hour, they were convinced they were thoroughly rid of her and immediately swerved 180 degrees and started heading back to Camelot. They had finally rid themselves of the horrors of a Mary Sue.

"I'm worried about her." Tristan said from next to him. Merlin gritted his teeth. The idiot was still oblivious that this had all been a ruse to get rid of the girl in the first place.

"She'll be fine." Merlin said, turning away from the wind to speak.

"I hope so." Tristan said doubtfully.

"There's a cave this way!" a voice called from the rain. As they were accustomed to do with disembodied voices, The soaked group followed the voice till they made their way to a cave. It was small, but big enough for them and their horses, but most importantly, dry. See this? This sentence right here? dafuq is this sentence? Its like two half thoughts that middleschool me dug up from the graveyard of my brain, stitched them together, strapped them to the table in the middle of a thunderstorm and started shouting "Its Alive! ITS ALIVEEEEEE!"... so the metaphor was a bit excessive, but you get the idea.

"All of you try to get dry." Viviane instructed from the cave opening, scaring everyone with her sudden appearance. "I'm going to try and find some dry wood for a fire." They all stared at her in horror. They would never be rid of her.

"Viviane, you need to dry off too, you'll get a cold." Tristan said worriedly. Viviane just shook her head and head out into the woods. Everyone else settled down and tried to find a comfortable place to dry off as they wondered what had happened to the disembodied voice. A few minutes later, Viviane returned with some unusually dry wood and the fire got started. Oooh magical water powers. Either that or she can sprout an umbrella out of her head... I like that theory better, lets go with that. Night fell outside as the group sat around the fire.

"Let's hope the rain stops before morning." Arthur said, gazing out at the downpour. "We've lost too much time already. Ah yes, the deadline that will be completely convenient for how long the plot needs it to be. In the meantime, we should try and get some sleep." People slowly started pulling out soaked blankets and bedrolls grumbling about the dampness. Then, one by one, they drifted to sleep where they dreamed wistfully of the world of canon where they were not plagued by Mary Sues and had to deal with a lot fewer contrived plot lines.

Okay, so like, the narrative of this scene definitely progresses the story, but it doesn't functionally do anything for the characters. They don't change at all. This scene does nothing new for the story in any purposeful way. It could be cut out so completely and it would be fine. That being said:

Scene.oOo....Wait for it...CHANGE!

Faint dripping could be heard in the trees outside when Merlin woke up. Everyone else was already packing up and getting ready to continue traveling.

"Your finally awake." Arthur exclaimed sarcastically.

"Is it still raining?" Merlin mumbled tiredly. Merlin got too lazy to open his eyes.

"No. It stopped during the night." Viviane reported, sounding somewhat disappointed. She decided to enable Merlin's laziness.

"Then we should waste no time." Tristan said leaping up into his saddle and clopping out of the cave. Prick. Merlin quickly tied up his blanket and climbed into his saddle. The others were already heading out to find the trail again. Merlin looked back to see Viviane once again desperately trying to get into her saddle. Merlin laughed and trotted over. He comes to mock her again.

"Come on." He smiled helping to pull Viviane into her saddle. :O wat? Did- Did Merlin just learn to be a good person? Why? Why would he do that? No all jokes aside, he has suddenly started treating her 100% differently and I have no idea why. What caused this to happen? Is this just bad writing? This has to just be bad writing. Once she got herself balanced, she sat very straight.

"I would have gotten it eventually." She said stiffly. She had turned into a board.

"Okay." Merlin shrugged steering his horse out of the cave and into the gentle sun. Viviane clicked her tongue and her horse passed by Merlin's quickly. He just managed to hear a quick "Thanks" as she passed. He smiled and caught up with the others. Whyyyyy is he smiling at her now? Did she cast some magic spell? Did she enslave him? Was there some unexpected unexplained time jump? Did something scandalous happen in the cave while they were 'drying off'? WHAT HAPPENED? TELL ME YOUR SECRETS

It wasn't till the sun began to set that Tristan announced they were nearing the manor.

"I just pray Morgana isn't there already." He said under his breath. Gee I wonder who's going to be here already? By the time they caught sight of the building through the trees, darkness had truly fallen, they could only catch the smallest glimpses of sunlight and the stars where appearing above them. Never enter the haunted house at night noobs. They tied up their horses a decent bit away, traversing the rest on foot in case Morgana was already there. But all was silent.

"I don't think she's arrived yet." Leon said, looking around warily. Knock on wood.

"Maybe…" Merlin said also glancing around. They didn't knock on wood. Something wasn't right about this; he could feel it. They reached the front door safely, without sign of any other life in the area. Any other life. The plants themselves had mysteriously disappeared. Tristan cautiously opened the front door and stood back. There was no movement. No sound, save the breathing of the small group. They slowly entered the house, Tristan in front and Percival bringing up the rear. The air inside the house was thick and musty. A wet stench arose from the floorboards, which creaked loudly under the companions' weight. Viviane shivered involuntarily. In retrospect, it would be weirder if she HAD volunteered to shiver. The building creaked with age, and it did not seem that it had only been abandoned recently. Weird. Arthur pushed through the door that led to the walled in garden. Stone pillars rose from the tiled floor, connecting arches that held up no roof. Few plants grew here, save a few vines that covered the walls and pillars. The stars twinkled down on them as they passed into the center of the enclosure. Basically pick any Merlin set. They're mostly the same. The door behind them swung closed. They spun around startled. Admiral Akbar phased into existence to shout some overused joke that rhymes with "Its a nap!" But just as he opened his mouth, the author shot him with a laser blaster and he disappeared into the meme-nether.

"Hello dear brother." Morgana smiled. "I've been expecting you." Men appeared from the shadows of the garden. Oh know! Her goon army! Merlin quickly counted the men surrounding them. They were outnumbered six to one. Quick math Merlin. Good job. Suddenly, swords flew everywhere as both sides leapt at each other. Merlin ducked into one of the eaves?, desperately trying to locate Arthur. Merlin's eyes flashed gold for an instant as he deflected a swing aimed at Arthur's back. Arthur turned around seconds later and knocked the man to the floor. Leon slammed into a wall and slid to the floor. Merlin rushed over to see if he was all right. The knight had taken a bad hit to the head. Merlin jumped up and looked around for something to stop the bleeding. He noticed that the last of the brigand had collapsed to the ground. (I totally skimmed that whole paragraph)

"Give up Morgana." Arthur said, turning to the sorceress. "You're outnumbered." Wait they won? With those odds? Wait of course they won. They're protagonists. If you gave them each 300 goons to fight THEN I might be worried. But with the plot armor they have on? 6-1 is nothing.

"And you think that will be enough?" she laughed. Her eyes glowed with a golden light briefly, knocking them all back. Merlin saw her approaching haughtily before everything went black. Oh no! They've all been defeated! Even tho Merlin in the show has shown resistance to this several several times now. "I've waited so long for this." Morgana said to herself.

"And you'll have to wait a bit longer witch." I see what what you did there middle school self. A frail girl stepped out from the shadows and stood between Morgana and the fallen knights. Morgana laughed.

"And who's going to stop me? You?" She chided. The girl just smiled.

"I don't think we've been formerly introduced, Morgana Pendragon." The girl said edgily. All hail Edgelord McEdgy, Master of the Edge.

"You know my name? Am I supposed to be impressed?" Morgana chuckled. Yes?

"Well, since I know your name…" the girl began. "Won't you ask me mine?"

"Why should it matter? You're all going to die anyway." Morgana said bitterly.

"Still won't ask huh?" The girl sighed. "Let's try this again. Will you ask me who I am? Morgan le Fay." Morgana's jaw tightened as she stared at the girl. Idek what's going on right now.

"How do you know that?" The sorceress asked angrily.

"Why would I tell you? I'm just going to die anyway." The girl smiled. Viviane's kinda douche-y.

"Who are you?" Morgana asked, staring the girl in fear.

"My name is Viviane." The girl stated. "You will come to fear me." Morgana furrowed her brow. Looks like she already does Vi.

"Enough of this! I will not succumb to your mind games! Die!" Morgana's eyes flashed, sending the girl flying. But Viviane halted half way to the wall. She looked at Morgana, her eyes a strange shade of blue for an instant before the faded once again to brown. Whaaaaaaaatttt? Her eyes aren't gold? What does that mean? What is she? oMGGG! Morgana gasped in surprise. Viviane charged forward swiftly and slammed the Sorceress into a pillar. The frail girl pinned Morgana against the wall and leaned in close. Her voice spoke softly, just loud enough for Morgana to hear every word. Viviane stepped back, smiling widely. Morgana slid to the ground shaking.

"You know my name." Viviane smiled. "Take my advice Le Fay. Run." Morgana's eyes grew wider and she stumbled to her feet half running, half falling, she made her way out the door and into the night. Unknown to the frightened sorceress, back in the garden Viviane had collapsed to the ground, gasping heavily before slipping into darkness. All Hail Edgelord McEdge, Master of the Edge and the Poker Face!

WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT? ARE ARTHUR AND MERLIN DEAD? IS VIVIANE DEAD? IS GAIUS DEAD? WHY DOES SHE HAVE BLUE EYES? WHAT DID SHE SAY TO MORGANA? AND WHY IS THIS PLOTLINE SO MUCH SHORTER THAN THE LAST ONE?

Find out None of this and more on The Lady Viviane: How NOT to Write and Original Character!