Tangled

Chapter 245

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245 Ava: Magic Boot Camp

Magister Orion keeps me in the training room for an entire week.

Eating. Sleeping. It doesn't matter; I do it all there.

At first, it's weird. I'm always rushing, wanting to go back, to see if we've heard from Sister Miriam or Selene, but Magister Orion points out every time-enough time hasn't passed in our

world.

It's weird. I don't think it'll ever feel right.

"How long has it been? Didn't you say it changes?"

"It changes from time to time, but stays stable for long periods." He rests in a hammock, swaying from two palm trees in the middle of our weird, metal training room. He looks like he's on

vacation.

Marcus is watching in silence, as he always does.

Vanessa's asleep in her own hammock. They've been taking turns.

Me?

I'm drenched in sweat, but there are three different flames, about an inch in size, floating in the

air in front of me. It's little more than candle-strength, but I'm proud of it.

Maybe it doesn't sound like much, but it's massive progress.

Instead of pestering Magister Orion for a more concrete answer, I try to pull the three flames together and merge them into one.

It all falls apart after that.

cut my trickle of magic as it dives

It, too, disappears.

I'm left with one feeble little

mutter, cutting my magic and watching

Magister Orion

surprised. "How do

the wall behind me.

our time in the training room, while the other

me an odd look.

numbers," I explain, gesturing to the

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245 Ava Magic Boot

"We've always used clocks

They have hands that go around in a circle, and go

to confusion. "A circle? Why? Why do you need

circle?"

the hands-well, they're actually needles that point to the

nose in thought. The numbers one through

1 nod.

tell time with only twelve

number is either an hour, or five minutes. The big needle is

have twelve

noon. And then there's P.M., which

bemused expression on his face. "Human inventions can be so very strange. This technology of yours brings you backward." Giving up

knowledge at children; I'm trying to teach an adult and I already want to tear my hair out. Imagine teaching

they didn't all run for the hills and give up their

more: the

hands.

concentration. "Focus on gathering your magic inside of you until it's stable. Your control

open and I stare in exasperation. "Why didn't you tell me that earlier?

"How would I know if I didn't watch you trying to

dragged me around for way too

should I do?"

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