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I was still making my mind up about this place. I would have preferred they just ask me to come hear them out instead of doing what they did. I was an Egyptian Muslim in an airport where most people didn’t look like me. They had to know what I was going to think.

Headmaster Mykene nodded to me to ask my question.

“I’m well aware of the history of religion in my country and my family are devout, but I still haven’t gotten any type of proper answer why you took us the way you did instead of talking to us like actual people.”

I knew she said we would be in danger, but she made ice cream appear out of nowhere. If supernaturals were real, she could have just sent one to each of us as proof. We might be young, but most of us were probably reasonable.

“It’s not just the danger you’re all in. When gods and originals come back, it’s generally an omen because you’re needed. When we get an entire class of reincarnated war gods, a World War usually follows. Death and Underworld gods mean something, too. We’ve had the kings of several pantheons come back at once and one time, our entire freshman class was reincarnated tricksters and every single professor nearly quit.

“We had forty reincarnations last year and there are thirty of you this year. That’s a lot for this side of the school. Something is coming. We can’t piece it together from the sophomore class, but we’re hoping to with yours. We’re going to be doing the roommate situation a little different and rooming most of you with the sophomores to help you get acclimated.”

A gorgeous redhead shot her hand up.

“How are we supposed to pay for all of this?”

Good question. I had everything sorted at Oxford. I had amazing parents. They raised me to prepare for everything and to adapt to anything. What Headmaster Mykene told us seemed completely unbelievable, but I believed her. I just needed to readjust and plan.

“Some of you have parents or relatives that are aware reincarnation is a possibility, or you come from a family of supernaturals who were planning to send you here or a similar school. You have the same option the other side of the school has. You can either pay tuition or you can work at the school to earn your education and room and board.”

That was fair. And I could do that. The redhead was nodding like she was onboard with that, too. I looked around at the rest of the hall. Headmaster Mykene said some of these people might know about the supernatural.

I didn’t think any of us did. I certainly didn’t. There was one man who looked like he spent a lot of time on his appearance and oozed wealth. He was the one who said he outranked Headmaster Mykene. I wasn’t a violent person, but he irritated me enough that the police officer son in me wanted to take a closer look at him to see if there was a legal way to make him go away. He was running his mouth again.

I got the feeling he was wealthy and probably important back wherever he was snatched from. He was just like everyone else here, and I had a feeling he was going to get knocked down a few pegs.