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.

and I cut my trickle of magic as it dives straight for

It, too, disappears.

the end, I'm left with one feeble little

I mutter, cutting my magic and watching

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

surprised. "How do

the wall behind me.

countdown for our time in the training room, while the

me an odd

know, clocks with numbers," I explain, gesturing

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245 Ava Magic Boot

"We've always used clocks

do you describe an analog clock to someone who's never seen one? They have hands that go around

fades to confusion. "A circle? Why? Why

circle?"

hands-well, they're actually needles that point to the

of his nose in thought. The numbers one through

1 nod.

do you tell time

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

have twelve

before noon. And then there's P.M., which is

so very strange. This technology of yours brings you backward." Giving

hurt. 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

they didn't all run for the hills

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

hands.

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

didn't you

"How would I know if I

I still feel like he's dragged me

should I do?"

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