Tangled

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229 Ava: Fire

Bureaucracy in the Fae Ward moves with the pace of a paralyzed sloth, leaving me with an itchy feeling between my shoulder blades, as if staying here is the worst decision I've ever made.

Selene spends most of her time slinking around the Fae Ward, finding pockets of space with less wards to sneeze over. Vanessa and Marcus stick with me, with Vanessa sharing my bedroom. Our first lesson doesn't happen for three days. Why?

Application for Unlicensed Magus to Practice Dangerous Magic Within Residential Areas.

It's an actual title of a piece of paperwork Magister Orion had to file. Apparently, new wizards (though the official Fae-paperwork term is magus, unknown origin) are deemed a deadly force.

Whoever runs this place has a serious stick up their butt about me learning magic.

"I don't like it," Vanessa says, staring out the window. "They'll have your name on official paperwork. We have no idea how deep Renard's influence lies."

"It's only within the Fae Ward," I point out, like I have the other thirty times she's mentioned it. "If they're going to find me here, the paperwork won't be the only reason."

Marcus, of course, is quiet. We already know how he feels. He hates it and doesn't trust the paperwork, either.

Not that I disagree with either of them-it's just that, like them, I feel stuck.

17:05

that I've been unable to reach Lucas for three days.

ty

Knowing that they're fighting over there, not knowing the full

us on edge.

Vanessa

where I'm surrounded by

written on them. Unlike the magic book I'm still kicking myself over

and Marcus are

the different papers, looking them over again and again. There's nothing that happens when I touch them: no tingle or buzz

these five papers

instructions, it's no surprise I've

try to commune with a single element within

at the papers before me. "It helps with fighting. Learning to center, to focus only on

you

look-it's not like I haven't tried that before-I grab the one

SVR XS. FIR

myself. The sounds and scents of the world fade away, leaving only the sensation of my own body, its thudding heartbeat vibrating through my chest, and the pulsing core of magic

of reach.

I try to visualize tugging at it, like pulling on a string, but it remains stubbornly distant. Knocking on it in my

either.

How am I supposed to access this power if nothing works? Taking another

drift to the rune for fire sitting on the paper in front of me.

it consumes, how it transforms, how

Burning.

of another. A dream? A vision? Whatever it was, it feels

anything I've experienced.

that raged through every fiber of my being. I couldn't move, couldn't scream,

in my throat as the phantom sensations wash over me. I want to pull away from the

17.50

220 Ava. Fire

matters.

on that feeling, on the memory of being unmade by fire. The bright core of magic within me pulses in response, as if recognizing a kindred spirit. For the first time,

power.