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

It, too, disappears.

the end, I'm left with one

I mutter, cutting my magic and watching

hours have passed in the Fae Ward," Magister

blink, surprised. "How do you

behind me.

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

an

numbers," I explain, gesturing to

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up eagerly. "We've always used clocks

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

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

circle?"

needles that point

of his nose in thought. The

1 nod.

time with

The big needle is for minutes and the short needle is

have

noon. And then

face. "Human inventions can be so very

elementary teachers can throw knowledge at children; I'm trying to teach an adult and I already want to tear my

for the hills and give

my focus back to my training. I close my eyes, concentrating on summoning fire once more: the power inside of

hands.

concentration. "Focus on gathering your magic inside

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

that fills the room. "How would I

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

should I do?"

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