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.

flickers out of existence. Another bounces off, and I cut my trickle of magic as it dives straight for Magister

It, too, disappears.

the end, I'm left with one feeble little

cutting my magic and watching

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

surprised. "How do you

wall behind me. "The room

two modern-looking 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?"

me an odd look.

know, clocks with numbers," I explain, gesturing

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

one? They have hands

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

circle?"

actually needles that point to

his nose in thought.

1 nod.

you tell time

hour, or five minutes. The big needle is

have twelve

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

on his face. "Human inventions can be so very strange. This technology of yours brings you backward." Giving up on the clock explanation, I just

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 and I already want to tear my hair out. Imagine teaching third-grade

didn't all run for the

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

hands.

"Focus on gathering your magic inside of you until it's

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

room. "How would I know if I didn't watch

he's dragged me around for way too long. "Fair point.

should I do?"

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