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.

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

It, too, disappears.

end, I'm left

my magic and

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

surprised. "How do you

the wall behind

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, confused by the sleek, futuristic

an odd look.

I

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

never seen one? They have hands that

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

circle?"

hands-well, they're actually needles that point

his nose in thought. The numbers one

1 nod.

tell time with only twelve

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

have twelve

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

"Human inventions can be so very strange. This technology of yours brings you backward." Giving up on the

can throw knowledge at children;

didn't all run for the hills and give up

more:

hands.

your magic inside of you until

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

fills the room. "How would I know if I didn't watch you trying

I still feel like he's dragged me

should I do?"

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