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.

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

It, too, disappears.

left with one feeble little

I mutter, cutting my magic and watching it

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

surprised. "How

behind me. "The room told

countdown for our time in the training room, while the other shows the time and date in the Fae Ward.

me an

with numbers," I explain, gesturing to the

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sits up eagerly. "We've always used clocks with

who's never seen one? They have hands that go around

Why do you need

circle?"

they're actually needles that point

nose in thought.

1 nod.

tell time with only

minutes. The big needle is for minutes and the short

only have twelve

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

on his face. "Human inventions can be so very strange. This technology of yours brings

not wrong. Trying to explain 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

didn't all run for

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

hands.

Magister Orion's voice cuts through my concentration. "Focus on gathering your magic inside

and I stare in exasperation. "Why didn't you tell me

that fills the room. "How would I know if I didn't

still feel like he's dragged me around for way too long. "Fair

should I do?"

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