Author's Notes/Foreward:

This is not going to be your typical Gosick based fanfiction/story, if anything this will probably be going heavily against the grain. While I would say that it is by far my favorite anime overall, I'm not blind to the faults that the original story had along with questionable realism. As such, I will be rewriting the story in a manner that I thought would be more realistic and believable, including a new and very different protagonist. I cannot guarantee that Kujo and Victorique will end up together, if anything I can assure you that they won't. While most of the content within this story will be based off of information from the Light Novel, Anime, and Manga, there will be some liberties taken here and there with world building as well as character relationships. Any manner that a character acts or says will be based off of canon to some extent, as I will try to keep it as close to the source material as possible. Contrary to popular belief, you will find that Kujo (for example) is not nearly a Saint as people might have thought, as shown in the Light Novels. Aside from that, expect a lot of world building to fill in the blanks of the original story and make the logic behind various events more coherent. If any readers disagree with any of the decisions I make when writing then, then I respect your opinion, I only ask that you leave constructive criticism in the review section. With that being said, please enjoy a new story of destiny and romance.

Prologue: In which the newest member of the St. Marguerite faculty is introduced along with the Head Master of the Academy.

"My father? A preacher sir, or rather perhaps pastor would be the correct term," I answered the grey-haired, middle-aged man sitting across from me. We both sat in a finely furnished office, hand carved desk between us, leather high backed chairs underneath us, and crystal chandelier hanging high above us. I expected of much from Sauville, the small nation having been the "Jewel of the Mediterranean" for several centuries now, or at least it was until the recent rise of Monaco onto the international stage.

"A religious man? Oh my, I believe that you might find yourself at home here in that case. You will find that people here cling strongly to their beliefs, traditions, and stories," answered my interviewer, seeming to be pleased with such an answer. His eyes were of a lighter blue color, thoughtful and kind, but with a sort of subdued intelligence behind them.

"Ah, is that so? Well, I look forward to meeting some of the locals. If they are anything like their French counterparts, then I do not think I will have any issue with them at all," I said right back in a friendly tone.

At this, I watched as the older man sitting across from me crack a wry smile, his hand moving upwards to scratch at his mustache. "While I do not blame you for your kind hearted compliment, I would warn you that we of Sauvillian blood are different than those from neighboring countries. We may be a small nation, but we have some of the most vocal patriots in Europe. You would be wise to remember that. Our land is steeped in superstition Monsieur Sable."

I crossed one leg over the other, my arms folding over my chest as I raised my eyebrow. I was aware that this country was a bit behind the rest of Europe, but not to the extent of shunning modern reason. Still, perhaps Monsieur Lévesque was giving me a fair warning, lest I end up making a fool of myself. "Ah, well I will be sure to remember that. From what I understand, I probably am not the first to make such a mistake, given the student body. From my understanding, there also students here of English descent, yes? "

To this Lévesque let out a hearty laugh, the grey caterpillar of a grey mustache dancing on his upper lip, "Ha, you British are all alike, always worrying about fitting in and being among your own kind. Worry not, you will find yourself among fond friends here Monsieur Sable." Standing up and placing his hands behind his back, the Head Master of St. Marguerite Academy stepped over towards a framed black and white photo of the campus hung up upon the wall. Smiling briefly to himself without a word, I watched as it quickly turned into a frown as something caught his attention outside the window located next to it. "Although I would also advise you to avoid some students here Monsieur. The sudden opening of our borders has brought… misfortune to our lands to put it simply. We have good reason to be wary of foreigners after the war, both friend and foe you understand?"

I nodded gently towards Lévesque, having heard of the Sauville's fate during the war. "Of course, I would say that the echoes of the war still haunt many of us, myself included. Sauville, France, or Britain, the pain was shared by all."

Letting out a soft sigh, Lévesque turned upon his head, stepped towards where I was sitting, and placed a firm hand upon my shoulder, "Indeed Monsieur Sable, indeed. Some of my countrymen would think otherwise in private, but I do not think they would question someone such as yourself. Bah, enough of all this pessimism and idle chatter, today is a day to celebrate my boy! A new Professor to join St. Marguerite's finest instructors! Let me be the first to officially welcome you Monsieur Sable to our humble Academy, I can see your successes already."

To this rather energetic announcement, I raised myself up and stood in front of my new superior. Looking down slightly at Lévesque, I extended my hand forward and gave him a firm shake, eliciting another hearty laugh from his round-ish belly. "Aha, and a strong handshake as well! Perhaps we should have hired you Englishman years before, ha!" he said loudly before composing himself, "Now then, if you wouldn't mind, I will need a few hours to get the paperwork filed for your employment among other things. In the meantime perhaps you would like to take a tour of the campus? I could call for someone to show you around of course."

Taking my hand back, I shook my head and looked towards a Swiss clock upon the wall, "No, I think I will be fine for the time being, my luggage won't arrive until the evening anyway, so I will be without my books and journals. I think I'll take my time strolling about the grounds, I appreciate the offer however."

At this point Lévesque took the time to courteously show me to the door, his hand upon my back urging me forward. "Not a problem at all my boy, take your time and feel free to explore, I can send someone for you once I have all the paperwork done. In the meantime, if you're so found of reading, then perhaps you should gaze over the books in the library tower? There are bound to be some rare volumes hidden away in that labyrinth after all. Just be careful on your way up," he commented as I passed the threshold of the door and began to make my way down the hallway. Satisfied, I heard him begin to close his door before quickly shouting back out at me, "Oh yes, and Monsieur Sable? Be sure to watch the thirteenth step of the tower will you? Whatever you do, just be sure to keep on moving up or down the stairs!"

Acknowledging his comment with a small good-bye wave of my hand, I began to descend the stairwell of the main school building with a single question upon my mind: Why would he warn me about something so outlandish?