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

It, too, disappears.

end, I'm left

cutting my magic

Fae Ward," Magister Orion announces on the heels of

"How

wall behind

two modern-looking clocks on the wall. One displays a countdown for our time in the training room, while the other shows the time

an odd

clocks with numbers," I explain,

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sits up eagerly. "We've always used clocks

someone who's never seen one? They have hands that go around in a circle, and go

confusion. "A circle? Why? Why do you need hands?

circle?"

actually needles

nose in thought. The

1 nod.

you tell time

hour, or five minutes. The big needle is for minutes and the

have twelve

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

expression on his face. "Human inventions can be so very strange. This technology of yours brings you backward." Giving up on the

Trying to 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

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

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

didn't you tell me that earlier? I've been at this

chuckles, a deep rumble that fills the room. "How would

dragged me

should I do?"

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