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 the

beside me, where I'm surrounded by five papers

the magic book I'm still kicking myself over for

and Vanessa and

again and again. There's nothing that happens when

papers and told me to

to them. With such vague instructions, it's no

commune with a single element within me,

before me. "It helps with fighting. Learning to center, to focus only on what matters. Maybe you're

you

look-it's not like I haven't tried that before-I grab the one that means fire, close my

SVR XS. FIR

away, leaving only the sensation of my own body, its

of reach.

reaching out to touch it. Nothing happens. I try to visualize tugging at it, like pulling on a string, but it remains stubbornly distant. Knocking on it in my

either.

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

of my meditation, my thoughts drift to the rune for fire sitting on the paper in front of

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

Burning.

Not a memory of this life, but of another. A dream? A vision?

anything I've experienced.

of my being. I couldn't move, couldn't scream, couldn't see. There was nothing but the all-consuming agony of flesh melting from

throat as the phantom sensations wash over me. I want to pull

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220 Ava. Fire

matters.

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

power.