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?"

exactly. Nothing happened, but

and cool, when I finally stopped trying

were you having

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

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 really feel like I'm in control

me on its own."

my explanation

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

like a partial activation. You felt your attunement with the

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

minutes of this, he lets out a sigh so heavy I swear I feel the air move. "Red tape," he grumbles. "Always

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means when he continues, his voice rising. "Florice can take her damn

eyes widen. It's jarring, like hearing

swear.

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

laugh escapes me, awkward and uncertain.

an exaggeration than it is," he

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

stops in front of a blank wall, and I'm

are magic. The wall shimmers

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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

once.

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

training room,"

announces.

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

just happened?" I ask, my voice barely above

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

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

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what looks like a forested grove,

to make

stars, and wooden beams like a normal ceiling. It's

once.

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

training room,"

announces.

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

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

a slow circle, taking it all in. The

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arms stand up, sends a

this room, you should be safe to practice your magic,"

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