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?"

admit, "Not exactly. Nothing happened, but

cool, when

"And were you having memories again, when you

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fire." Squinting, I think back. "I did think about water and its properties,

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

me on its own."

through my explanation makes

use, or how to describe the feelings in my body. I

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

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 slightly, but it's no use. Whatever's

swear I feel the air move. "Red tape," he grumbles. "Always

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to ask what he means when he continues, his voice rising. "Florice can take her damn applications and shove them up

eyes widen. It's jarring, like

swear.

my expression. "I'm simply sick of how things are governed here.

me, awkward and uncertain.

exaggeration than it

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

front of a blank wall,

wall shimmers and parts, revealing

nothing before

Magic Training

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

once.

palpable. It's in the air, in the ground beneath my feet. I

the training room," Magister

announces.

mouth, the room shimmers. The trees melt away, replaced by sleek metal walls. We're suddenly standing in what looks like

just happened?" I ask, my voice barely above

room changes according to the needs of its owner," Magister Orion explains. "But it won't

it all in. The level of magic

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in what looks like a

I blink, trying to make sense

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

once.

magic here is palpable. It's in the air, in the ground beneath my feet. I can almost taste

training room,"

announces.

walls. We're suddenly standing in

room changes according to the needs of its owner," Magister Orion explains. "But it won't change at

a slow circle, taking it all in. The level

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my arms stand up, sends a

you should be safe

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