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 dives straight for Magister Orion's

It, too, disappears.

the end, I'm left

cutting my magic and watching it

Ward," Magister Orion announces on the heels of

blink, surprised. "How do you

points at the wall behind me. "The

One displays a countdown for our time in the training room, while the other

gives me an odd

I explain,

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used clocks with numbers. What other kind is

you describe an analog clock to someone who's never seen one? They have hands that go around in a circle, and go from one

Why? Why do you

circle?"

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

the tip of his nose in thought. The numbers

1 nod.

you tell time with only

is either an hour, or five minutes. The big

have twelve

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

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

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

they didn't all run for the hills and give up

my training. I close my eyes, concentrating on summoning fire once more:

hands.

gathering your magic inside

"Why didn't you tell me

deep rumble that fills the room. "How would I

he's dragged me around

should I do?"

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