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.

Another bounces off, and I cut my trickle

It, too, disappears.

I'm left with one feeble

I mutter, cutting my

Magister Orion announces on the heels

"How do you

the wall behind me. "The room told

see two modern-looking clocks on the wall. One displays a countdown for our time in the training room, while the other shows the time and date in the Fae Ward. "Wait, the Fac use digital clocks?" I ask,

an odd

with numbers," I

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sits up eagerly. "We've always used clocks with numbers. What other kind is

never seen one? They have hands that go around in a circle,

confusion. "A circle? Why? Why do you need hands? Is it

circle?"

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

his nose in thought. The numbers one through

1 nod.

time with only twelve

an hour, or five minutes. The big needle is for minutes and

only have twelve

so before noon. And then there's P.M.,

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

old clocks just makes my head hurt. I have no idea how elementary teachers can throw knowledge at children; I'm trying to teach an adult and I already want to tear my hair out. Imagine teaching third-grade children how to

they didn't all run for the hills and give

my eyes, concentrating on summoning fire once more: the power inside of me is easier to

hands.

your magic inside of you until it's stable. Your control is

didn't you

rumble that fills the room. "How would I know

still feel like he's dragged me around

should I do?"

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