Tangled

Chapter 235

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235 Ava: Magic Training (1)

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Magister Orion clasps his hands in front of him and beams in my direction. "And now, we have you, Ava Grey. The first wizard in a very long time."

Feeling the intensity of his gaze, I shift my weight, settling a little deeper into my chair as though that will somehow shield me from his excitement. "I don't want

you to see me as something special. I'm just me."

"You can't get away from being special, Ava Grey." He sighs. "It's unfortunate, but you'll never be able to escape that. Even without your magic, you're mated to an alpha, correct?"

I nod.

"Then you were already special to begin with." He spreads his hands with a little shrug. "Your magic is

like confetti on a cake."

Confetti?

Oh. He must mean sprinkles.

"Sprinkles are disgusting," I point out.

They are not. I like them. Selene's little whisper in my

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mind has my nose wrinkling

Sprinkles are just crunchy wax covering delicious icing. They have no business being within a mile of a decent

cake.

"Yes, well, there are those who love their sprinkles."

Magister Orion claps his hands. "So. Fire was your first element. I'm a little surprised. I thought it would be

water."

Tilting my head, I ask, "Does it matter?"

"Matter? No. It's a simple bit of curiosity. A personal theory, I suppose. Have you had any success with

other elements?"

"Water," Vanessa offers.

"Oh?" That sparkling look in his eyes is back. "You

touched water?"

my head, I admit, "Not exactly. Nothing happened, but I could feel

and cool, when I finally stopped trying to

Orion murmurs. "And were you having memories

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think back. "I did

wasn't enough. Then Selene told me to stop trying to force it, and I tried to relax. Once I finally did,

me on its own."

my explanation

of the words to use, or how to describe the feelings in my body. I don't even

attunement with the element. This

are too quiet for me to catch. I strain my

I swear I feel

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rising. "Florice can take her damn applications and shove

It's jarring, like hearing a

swear.

of how things are governed here. Did you know

me, awkward and uncertain. Is

more of an exaggeration than it is," he mutters,

bizarre tidbit about Fae bureaucracy, Magister Orion's demeanor shifts. "Follow me," he says, his

back of the building. He stops in front of a blank wall, and I'm about to ask why when, like magic,

wall shimmers and parts,

nothing before

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in what looks like a forested grove, trees stretching up towards... I blink, trying to make sense of what I'm seeing. The ceiling-if you can call it that- cycles between sun, stars, and wooden beams like a normal ceiling. It's disorienting and beautiful

once.

the ground beneath my feet. I can almost taste it, a tang on

training room," Magister

announces.

replaced by sleek metal walls. We're suddenly

my voice

to the needs of its owner," Magister Orion explains. "But it won't change at whim for

it all in. The

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like a

I blink, trying to make sense of what

wooden beams like a normal ceiling. It's

once.

my feet. I can almost

training

announces.

words leave his mouth, the room shimmers. The trees melt away, replaced by sleek metal walls. We're suddenly standing

its owner," Magister Orion explains. "But it won't change

it all in. The level of magic surrounding us is staggering. It makes

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arms stand up, sends a tingle down my

be safe to

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