Tangled

Chapter 235

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235 Ava: Magic Training (1)

235 Ava: Magic Training (1)

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?"

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

cool, when I finally stopped trying

you having

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I think back. "I did

tried to relax. Once I finally did, it came to me. It doesn't really feel like I'm in control of

me on its own."

through my explanation makes

or how to describe the

felt your attunement with the element. This is still good,

out of his chair, his massive frame surprisingly agile as he begins to pace. His lips move, but the words are too quiet for me to catch. I strain my ears, leaning forward

he lets out a sigh so heavy I swear I feel the air

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about to ask what he means when he continues, his voice rising. "Florice can

widen. It's jarring, like hearing a

swear.

says, noticing my expression. "I'm simply sick of how things are governed here. Did you know we even need to fill out paperwork

escapes me, awkward and uncertain.

wish it were more of an exaggeration

bizarre tidbit about Fae bureaucracy, Magister Orion's demeanor

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

are magic. The wall shimmers and parts, revealing an entrance where there

nothing before

Magic Training

trying to make sense of what I'm seeing. The ceiling-if you can

once.

beneath my feet. I can almost taste it,

the training room," Magister

announces.

replaced by sleek metal walls.

I ask, my voice

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

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

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like a

towards... I blink, trying to make

call it that- cycles between sun, stars, and wooden beams like a normal ceiling. It's disorienting

once.

feet. I can almost taste it, a tang on my tongue like ozone after a

to the training room,"

announces.

trees melt away, replaced by sleek metal walls. We're suddenly standing in what looks like a

the needs of its owner," Magister Orion explains.

slow circle, taking it all in. The level of magic

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my arms stand up, sends a tingle down

should be safe to practice your magic,"

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