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223 Ava: The Fae Ward (V)

223 Ava: The Fae Ward (V)

Magister Orion storms around, his heavy footsteps shaking the floorboards. Agitation rolls off him in waves as he gesticulates wildly. "Absurd! Your magic is a part of you, girl. It's not some accessory you can cast aside when it's inconvenient!"

Marcus steps forward, pulling me behind him in a protective stance. His eyes narrow as he watches Magister Orion's erratic pacing.

Layla darts between us, her hands raised in a placating gesture. "Magister, please calm yourself. We don't want a repeat of the last time you set the library on fire."

Tinker groans, her mechanical wings drooping. "It took a decade to duplicate all those ruined books. Please, Magister. Let's not go through that again."

Magister Orion freezes, a sheepish expression crossing his face. He takes a deep breath, his shoulders slumping as he turns to me. "My apologies, Ava. I let my passion get the better of me." He sighs, running a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair. "I must confess, I had an ulterior motive in agreeing to teach you. I had hoped that once you were introduced to our world, you might choose to stay here as my student. You see, the magic we share is dying out. It's been centuries since I've found someone to teach."

Glancing at the books flying in the air, lazily flapping their pages like wings, a frown tugs at the corners of my lips. "How is that possible? There's magic everywhere here."

He shakes his head, his eyes wrinkling at the corners with sadness

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and the harsh passage of time. Centuries, he said. Centuries. I can't imagine being alive so long. Just like Sister Miriam, he's lived a life I

can't fathom.

"The magic of the Fae and the magic that humans can wield are separate entities. They come from different sources, follow different rules."

"I don't understand. How-"

Magister Orion cuts me off with another shake of his head. "It's a long and complicated history, one we don't have time for now." His gaze shifts to Vanessa and Marcus, his nose wrinkling in disdain. "Are these the pack you speak of?"

He smells like a burning forest when he looks at them, Selene observes. There must be a history there. Fae can be hostile to any non-Fae, but this goes beyond that.

Anyone with eyes can see that Magister Orion has no respect for them, but I wonder at the history behind his dissatisfaction with their presence.

Still, feeling the frustrated tension in the two who followed me here, it feels dirty to hear how he speaks to them. Not wanting it to go on any longer, I wait until his eyes once again meet mine, leaving my face blank, trying to imagine myself as someone stern and unyielding.

comes to mind is

baggage that comes with it, even as I can feel my face settle into the expression that I think mirrors her

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for his reaction, at the possibility that my demands will cause friction between me and the man I'm hoping can

we have an issue that needs to be

wing up in surprise. "An

I take two attempts to clear my throat

I appreciate your generosity in bringing me here under your protection. However, Marcus and Vanessa have been my steadfast protectors. Your attitude toward them and my pack is

tense presence beside me relaxes, and Vanessa takes a step closer to my side. Their approval of my words is

grimace. Intense eyes glower at the two who've followed me into this strange world, the two tasked to keep me safe even at the cost of their own lives. Finally, he grunts, throwing his head back to stare at the endless expanse of this

her mouth open in surprise and

wings of hers open as wide as they can be. Knowing that she controls them with a remote, it makes me wonder

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through them so fluidly. I wonder if she even notices when she

be a hundred years, Selene says thoughtfully. Though, it could even be longer.

flow differently? A second is a second. An hour is an hour. Except, I guess, when

Fae Realm has always guarded

secrets.

Interesting.

Orion leans in to inspect Marcus' face, before finally giving a slow, approving nod. "Yes, I can see why they would choose one such as you.

"Marcus," Tinker hisses.

turning to Vanessa. He doesn't move, only inspecting her from afar, before giving another nod.

“I promise he's like that with everyone. So it isn't

woman, drawing himself to his full height. "To all a mighty wizard

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desperation. "Please don't let his personality deter you from his teaching.

into a chair with an aura mostly reminiscent of a sulky child. It's hard to get a read on the man. He's aggressive and yet seems kind.

are an interesting

it's five desperate ah-choos in a row, and

okay?" Vanessa asks, reaching out to rub Selene's

I'b pfine.

but it's even affecting her voice up here." Tapping my head,

my wolf leans further into her