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.

out of existence. Another bounces off, and I cut my trickle of

It, too, disappears.

the end, I'm left with one feeble

it, I mutter, cutting my magic and watching

Magister Orion announces on the heels of my

"How do

points at the wall behind me. "The room

on the wall. One displays a countdown for our time in the training room, while the other shows the time and date in

an odd

clocks with numbers," I

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used clocks with numbers. What other

someone who's never seen one? They have hands that go around in a circle, and go from one to

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

circle?"

actually needles that point to

rubs the tip of his nose in thought. The numbers one

1 nod.

you tell time with only

The big

have

And then there's P.M.,

so very strange. This technology of yours brings you backward." Giving up on the clock explanation, I

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

for the

fire once more: the power inside of me is easier to grasp, though it feels

hands.

cuts through my concentration. "Focus on gathering your magic

in exasperation. "Why didn't

deep rumble that fills the room. "How would

point is fair, but I still feel like he's dragged me around for way too

should I do?"

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