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.

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

It, too, disappears.

end, I'm left with one

cutting my magic and watching

Ward," Magister Orion announces on

blink, surprised. "How

wall behind me. "The room told

the training room, while the other shows the time and date in

me an odd look.

with numbers," I explain, gesturing to the

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

describe an analog clock to someone who's never seen one? They have hands that go

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

circle?"

needles

nose in thought. The numbers one

1 nod.

tell time with only

an hour, or five minutes. The big needle is

have

A.M., so before noon. And then there's

so very strange. This technology of yours brings you backward." Giving up on the clock

hurt. I have no idea how elementary teachers can throw knowledge at children; I'm

run for the hills

concentrating on summoning fire once more: the power inside of me is easier to grasp, though it

hands.

on gathering your magic inside of you until it's

exasperation. "Why didn't you tell me that earlier? I've

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

I still feel like he's dragged me

should I do?"

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