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

It, too, disappears.

I'm left with

my magic and watching it fade

hours have passed in the Fae Ward," Magister Orion announces on the heels of

surprised. "How

the wall behind me. "The room

startled to see two modern-looking clocks on the wall. One displays a countdown for our time in the training room, while the other

gives me an odd look.

with numbers," I explain, gesturing

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used clocks with

analog clock to someone who's never seen one? They have hands that go

excitement fades to confusion. "A circle? Why? Why do

circle?"

the hands-well, they're actually needles that

of his nose in thought. The numbers

1 nod.

tell time with only twelve

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

have twelve

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

inventions can be so very strange. This technology of yours

throw knowledge at children; I'm trying to teach an adult and I

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

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

hands.

on gathering your magic inside of you until

and I stare in exasperation. "Why didn't

chuckles, a deep rumble that fills the room. "How would I know

he's dragged

should I do?"

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