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.

progress" Vanessa changes

where I'm

on them. Unlike the magic book I'm still kicking myself over for leaving in my room at the lodge,

Vanessa and

again and again. There's nothing that happens when I touch them: no tingle or buzz

papers and

instructions, it's no surprise I've had no

to commune with

to center, to focus only on

you

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

SVR XS. FIR

world fade away, leaving only the sensation of my own body, its thudding heartbeat vibrating through my chest, and the pulsing core of magic within me.

of reach.

I imagine myself reaching out to touch it. Nothing happens. I try to

either.

am I supposed to access this power if nothing works? Taking another deep breath, I force myself to

the silence of my meditation, my thoughts drift to the rune

its properties-how it consumes, how it transforms, how it

Burning.

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

anything I've experienced.

scorching pain that raged through every fiber of my being. I couldn't move, couldn't scream, couldn't see. There was nothing but the all-consuming agony of flesh melting

me. I want to pull away from

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220 Ava. Fire

matters.

pain. No name, no self, just pure sensation. And in that moment of complete dissolution, something else emerged. Something primal and powerful. I focus 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, I feel a connection

power.