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

It, too, disappears.

end, I'm left with

it, I mutter, cutting my magic and

have passed in the Fae Ward," Magister Orion

blink, surprised. "How do

the wall behind

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

Orion gives me an odd

clocks with numbers," I

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

never seen one? They have hands that go around in

confusion. "A circle? Why? Why do you

circle?"

they're actually needles that point to

rubs the tip of his nose in

1 nod.

do you tell time with only twelve

minutes. The big needle is for minutes and the short needle

have

so before noon. And then

Orion shakes his head, a bemused expression on his face. "Human inventions can be so very strange.

I have no idea how elementary teachers can throw knowledge at children; I'm trying to teach an adult and I already want to tear my hair out. Imagine teaching third-grade children how

they didn't all run for the

more: the power inside of me is easier to grasp,

hands.

voice cuts through my concentration. "Focus on gathering your magic inside of you until it's stable. Your

and I stare in exasperation. "Why didn't you tell me that earlier? I've been at this

would I know if I didn't watch you trying to

dragged me

should I do?"

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