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 changes

me, where I'm surrounded

kicking myself over for leaving

don't disappear, and Vanessa and

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

these five papers and told me to find the elements within me

such vague instructions, it's no surprise I've

matter how I try to commune with a single element within me,

Learning to center, to focus only on what matters. Maybe you're

you

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

SVR XS. FIR

I center 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.

happens. I try to visualize tugging at it, like pulling on a string, but it

either.

if nothing works? Taking another deep breath,

thoughts drift to the rune

its properties-how it consumes, how it

Burning.

life, but of another. A dream?

anything I've experienced.

my being. I couldn't move, couldn't scream, couldn't see. There was nothing

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

17.50

220 Ava. Fire

matters.

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,

power.