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RAVEN HOUSE OTHER WORLD ACADEMY 01 DEACON FROST CONTENTS Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Epilogue Afterword PROLOGUE L evi Walker stared at his roommate in shock. “What did you just say?” he asked finally, sure he had heard the guy wrong. “I just busted a nut so hard I went blind in one eye, man, like wow!” the brown-haired asshole said. Levi let fly with the Xbox controller in his hand. He twisted upright and off the couch with a grunt of disgust as he started walking toward the door of his dorm room. “Fucking hell that’s nasty! I was in the room, man. I am… I’m gone,” Levi shouted over his shoulder as he stomped out of his room. That was the final straw; he was going to march down to the housing office and demand a new roommate. There was no way he was staying in a dorm with a guy who had that little respect for boundaries. He didn’t care if the guy wanted some happy time, but at least wait until he wasn’t in the room! Ugh, I don’t see how this year could get any worse, he thought to himself. The words served as a false prophecy: when he stepped out of the residence hall rain poured down onto his head and thunder rumbled in the air above him. He raised his face to the sky and held a hand out to either side. “What the hell, really?” he sighed and pulled the collar of his shirt up around his neck as he started jogging toward the administration buildings. He was pissed, but there was no way he was going back into his room to face that asshole. Traffic was heavier than he was used to. He turned to try and spot the reason why, then saw a couple of detour signs. He grimaced at the realization that they’d redirected the main street traffic through the college to let them do some roadwork. He craned his neck to check both ways, and when the road looked clear, he stepped onto the pavement to start jogging across. “Look out!” Someone had shouted at him, and then he heard tires squeal. Light filled the corner of his eyes, and he immediately turned his head into the rain to try and see what was happening. The heavy shape of a delivery truck appeared out of the rain, and the last thing he saw was his reflection distorted in the chrome grill as lightning flashed behind him. “Well shit,” he muttered, just as the truck slammed into him and everything went black. A few dimensions to the left… “We have an arrival coming!” she exclaimed excitedly. The blue- haired woman bounced in place as she adjusted a large brass wheel. The pipes above her head creaked as pressure built up, steam bursting from the joints. The room had a row of clear crystals that began to light up in a pattern of blue, green, red, blue, green. The crystal displays produced a faint humming sound, like a huge turbine was spinning up to speed, and more steam escaped with a sharp whistle. A ring of copper disks formed a landing platform, the entire structure whirling in place and sending red energy to form a bubble that hovered in midair. The whirling disks strained, and sparks blasted into the air as a tumbling figure suddenly dropped into the globe of power. The energy swelled and then burst, splashing around the enclosed stone chamber like a wave that vanished into the walls. Levi Walker lay on his back, breathing hard and soundlessly screaming—he held his arms up in front of his face as though to stop the truck from slamming into him. The naked young man twisted in shock at the abrupt impact with the floor, then spun, trying to determine where he was. The blue-haired woman ran over to him with her hands upraised, a clipboard in one hand and a style with a sliver of gemstone in the tip. “That was astounding! We’ve never had an arrival take so much mana to materialize! Is there something wrong with the Reincarnation Network on your home world?” she asked with an overabundance of enthusiasm as she waited to write down his answers. Levi took in her lab coat through bleary eyes— she looked like she was wearing a private school uniform underneath it? He had trouble seeing her; his eyes hurt and everything was fuzzy. “Where the hell… who are… what? What?” he asked in bewilderment. He couldn’t even form an organized sentence; no coherent responses were coming out, and he reached up to scrub his fingers through his hair in shock. His fingers bumped into something in his hair, but before he could examine it closely, the woman had started speaking again. “462, 5392, 665, 666! Yes! I have all of those on my list!” she yelled as she seemed to scribble on her clipboard. It was hard to make out what exactly she was doing—the blurry inability to focus made everything seem to wobble. “Okay, now that I have your first words recorded for posterity, what is your name?” Levi would have stared at her—if he could have kept his eyes on anything in particular. His eyes were actually starting to hurt, so he abandoned whatever was messing up his hair to cover his eyes, his frustration growing. “Look, my name is Levi. Where the hell am I and what is wrong with my eyes?” he demanded. He found that blocking the light to his face helped, but not much. A steady throb was forming in his forehead and he wasn’t sure what to do with it, or how he was alive. Is this some kind of brain damage? Did the truck break my fucking eyes? Am I in a hospital? he wondered. The sort-of-lab shapes around him seemed the wrong color. Weren’t hospitals normally white, or light blue or something? The vague colors he was perceiving made it look like the walls were pretty dark, and he kept hearing what sounded like a steam-whistle. “Oh no! Your eyes hurt? One moment,” she said in a sympathetic voice. A blue light washed over his face and Levi felt a chill pass across his skin. There came a scratching sound as she wrote something down, and then she took him by the bicep. “I think I know