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.

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

It, too, disappears.

I'm left

my

in the Fae Ward," Magister Orion announces on

blink, surprised. "How

at the wall behind me. "The room told

the other shows the time and date in the Fae Ward. "Wait, the Fac use digital clocks?" I ask, confused by the sleek, futuristic

me an odd look. "What's

with numbers," I explain, gesturing to

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

one? They have hands that go

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

circle?"

actually needles

rubs the tip of his nose

1 nod.

do you tell time with only twelve

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

have

before noon. And then there's

can be so very strange. This

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 children how to read

for the hills and give up their

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

hands.

your magic inside of you until it's stable.

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

would I know if I didn't watch

fair, but I still feel like he's dragged me around for way too long. "Fair

should I do?"

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