A/N: Well here I am everyone with the sequel to my longest story. This is the sequel to Fate Ever After: The Battle for Excalibur. Of course I recommend you first read that story before you read this but that's a given. This is the first look into the story. Hope you all enjoy this too.

The sigh was the most audible in the quiet room that housed the two men currently sitting across from one each other. The first man, elderly with grey hair and thick round spectacles sitting on the bridge of his nose sitting behind a desk which housed a plaquette with his name: Professor Robert Hayward in big golden letters.

The second man sat across from him was very much taller. Dressed in neat clothing yet his appearance looked ever so slightly disheveled, unwashed locks of curly dark brown hair and an untrimmed beard where the most notable of this man's appearance, aside from his rolled up sleeve and a heart tattoo with the letter I encircled in it. The man was dressed in a nice form fitting suit and he looked muscled and in good shape in spite of his somewhat unkempt appearance. He looked down to the ground with a nervous expression.

"I'm at my wits end here Zander. I don't know what to do with you" Hayward sat with a sigh and a frown on his face.

To Professor Zander Morrison this phrase was really a familiar occurrence at this point. They probably had this discussion like four times before and he knew full well it was his own fault they where once again in this position.

"You are a great teacher. The whole faculty believes in you and yet we find ourselves here again and again" Hayward told him.

"I know that Bob," Morrison replied without looking up "it's just….it's been hard for me."

"And I understand and sympathize with that. But it's been three years Zander, at some point you need to move on."

Morrison sighed deeply. He knew that. He heard that all too often and he knew he was right but…

"I'm really sorry Bob…I just…I can't…"

"Well I'm sorry about this Zander. But until you get yourself together I'm afraid I will have no choice but to put you on extended leave.."

Morrison finally managed to look up "you're…you're firing me…"

Hayward shook his head "no not yet. Consider this an extended sabbatical. Go out, spend some time with the right people, find yourself again. But if things don't change Zander…then I'm afraid I will have no other choice but to terminate your employment here."

Morrison tried to steel himself, tried to stop himself from crying. He loved this job. He loved teaching history.

"Bob please don't do this to me…" he said softly.

Hayward sighed "I don't want to do this to you Zander, truly I don't. But you left me no choice. Please use this leave absence wisely. We miss you, the old you."

Morrison just solemnly nodded as he stood up, grabbing his suitcase from the ground.

"The old me died with Mavika…" he said before he turned around and left the office, leaving Hayward behind, looking sad and dejected as he watched his friend and colleague leave.

The evening was slowly setting in as Zander Morrison finally arrived at his apartment complex. His whole walk down the busy London street only made his downtrodden mood worse. Not even the laughter and energy from the people around him could make him feel better. He hadn't felt good in three years.

As he opened the door to the complex, he felt the heavy burden only even more so as he took the stairs to the third floor. Going for his apartment he pulled out his key and opened it. Only for it to open a little too easy.

It was almost like someone had entered before him.

With a heavy heart he opened the door and his suitcase dropped out of his hands in the doorway. There at the dinner table he saw the face of a young man. His hair red as fire and a small beard and mustache, about 21 years old and in good shape, dressed in ordinary clothes and sitting at the table with his arms crossed.

"Isaac…" Morrison mumbled "I didn't know you were coming over today…."

The young man named Isaac looked at him with a stern expression "heard you were put on leave today. Is that true?" he asked, sounding very disappointed.

Morrison sighed and grabbed his suitcase off of the floor and walked his way towards the dinner table where Isaac sat and placed it on the table.

"How did you know?"

Isaac sighed audibly in frustration "my friends at university told me. Kind of embarrassing to hear that way that your dad has been fired" he said.

Zander looked at his son and saw that he wasn't disappointed, but he looked more worried and regretful.

"Plus they've been telling me what you've been writing!" Isaac said as he pulled a stack of papers seemingly out of nowhere and threw them on the table. Morrison immediately saw the title on one paper.

The possibility of magic in the modern world by Professor Alexander Morrison.

"Son please…"

"How long is this going to go on dad?" Isaac said as he stood up "I never hear from you, haven't seen you in six months. You write this kind of nonsense and now I have to hear from other people that you have been let go from your job. When will this spiral you are in finally come to an end!"

Morrison felt the tears welling up in his eyes and he tried to remain stoic as much as possible. But looking into his son's eyes and seeing them look upon him with what he could only think was disappointment, it made it almost impossible for him to remain stoic.

"Isaac I…I just miss her so much…"

"And you don't think I don't!" Isaac almost yelled "she was my mother! Of course I miss her too. But it's been three years! life goes o!. Eventually you have to move on dad! She wouldn't want you to waste away holding on to her memory!"

"I…I don't know if I can Isaac…" Morrison muttered on the edge of tears.

"Then let me help you dad! Let me help you get out of this spiral. Please…"

Isaac almost begged, staring at his father sternly. Hoping to break through. But Morrison just turned his head away, unwilling to look his son in the eye.

"Suit yourself then!" Isaac shouted angrily as he began to walk away "it feels like I lost both mom and you that day!"

Tears now fully erupted from Morrison as he heard the footsteps walking away from him "WAIT ISAAC!" but it was too late. The door had swung closed and Morrison was left all alone in his home once more.

Sinking to his knees and bawling his eyes out, Morrison was left nothing but despair as his only company. He wanted to cry out for his son to stay. Wished it was him who was gone instead of his wife. His tears stained the wooden floor and his thoughts shifted to the bottle of whisky in his refrigerator.

He stood up and went to walk towards the refrigerator. But before he placed a hand on it, he suddenly heard a loud knocking on his door.

"Isaac!" Morrison shouted hopefully as he immediately forgot about the liquor and made his way back to his front door and opened it. Hoping to see his son on the other side, having changed his mind and returned to him.

But instead he found himself face to face with an unknown woman he had never seen before. Seemingly in her thirties with long curly black hair extending at least to her shoulders, brown eyes and dressed professionally in a black suit.

"Professor Alexander Morrison?" she asked him in a firm tone.

"Yeah…" Morrison replied softly.

The woman folded her arms "my name is Marianne Foucault. My superior wants to have a word with you. Your work has really intrigued them."

The professor didn't know how to respond. Simply looking at the woman with a stunned expression.

A/N: so the first chapter is here. I can assure you we will return to Shirou and friends soon but first the setup. More is coming soon.