Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 236 Ava: Magic Training (II)

Magister Orion's version of training is reminiscent of Jericho's somehow, though he doesn't insult me or force me to run massive amounts of laps.

It's more like this inexorable insistence that he believes in my ability that forces me to try, and try again, and again, until sweat is pouring down my face and back. It's worse than physical training because it's an agony that breaks my entire body down from within, but it's better because I can breathe without feeling like my lungs are burning out.

Magister Orion's voice washes over me, a soothing balm to my frazzled nerves. "Close your eyes, Ava Grey. Block out the world around you. Let your magic flow through your veins."

His instructions are the same as before. Simple. Repetitive. Calm.

I take a deep breath, trying to follow his instructions. My eyes flutter shut, and I attempt to focus inward. Earlier, he told me to stop screwing my eyes shut, but to only rest them like butterfly's wings.

He waxes a little poetic, I've noticed.

"Allow it into your heart, your circulation," he continues. "Feel it becoming a part of you."

Nothing happens in my veins. No warmth, no fizzle, no pop. The magic within me is warm and enveloped in its own little area, probably laughing at me because I can't figure this out.

"You've blocked it off, treated it like an invasive species," Magister Orion says. "But it's a part of you, Ava Grey. It always has been. You need to accept it into every fiber of your being. Let it flow through you, from the tips of your toes to the ends of your hair."

The image of magic coursing through my hair makes me snicker. I can't help but picture it: every blonde strand glowing like fiber optic cables, leaving me as bright as a Christmas tree.

"Focus, Ava," Magister Orion rebukes me gently. "This isn't a joke. Your magic is serious business."

concentrate again. This exercise feels different from working with the elements. There's no water to flow with, no fire to ignite. It's

My essence.

how do I tap into

reach deep within myself, searching for that elusive spark of magic. It's there, of

anything except the rhythmic pulsing of

away minute by minute. My body aches from the effort. Sweat beads on my forehead and

feeling the strain. That must mean something's happening,

through my concentration. "You're trying too hard. Your magic isn't something

the artificial fluorescent lights this strange room has decided are necessary. "I don't understand. How can it be natural when I can't

explains patiently. "You're searching for something separate from yourself, but your magic isn't separate. It's you. The separation is all in your

me. I can feel it, sense it, and reach for it at

little ball of energy in the core of me is

my eyes again, trying to shift my perspective. Instead of reaching

try, the more it slips away from me. Saying it is all well and

just me in my

voice in

Nothing else.

body feels heavier with each passing moment, worn down by the constant strain. My head throbs, a dull ache pulsing

my voice small and defeated. "It's impossible. I've made

hand rests gently on my shoulder. "That's enough for today. You've pushed

wobble as I