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.

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

my magic and watching it fade

Magister Orion announces on the heels of my

blink, surprised. "How do

wall behind

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

Orion gives me an odd

with numbers," I explain, gesturing to the

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used clocks with numbers. What other kind

seen one? They have hands that go around in a circle, and

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

circle?"

needles that

tip of his nose in thought. The

1 nod.

tell time with only twelve

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

have twelve

And then there's P.M., which

can be so very strange. This technology of yours brings

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

for the hills

close my eyes, concentrating on summoning fire once more: the power inside of

hands.

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

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

"How would I know if I didn't watch you trying to control

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

should I do?"

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