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.

and I cut my trickle of magic as it dives straight for Magister Orion's

It, too, disappears.

left with

it, I mutter, cutting my magic and watching it fade

Magister Orion

blink, surprised. "How do you

behind me.

clocks on the wall. One displays a countdown for our time in the training room, while the other shows the time and date in the Fae Ward.

an odd look.

clocks with numbers," I explain, gesturing

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

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

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

circle?"

needles that point

of his nose in thought. The numbers one through

1 nod.

do you tell time with

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

have twelve

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

be so very strange. This technology of

hurt. I have no idea how elementary teachers can throw knowledge at children; I'm trying to teach an adult

all run for the hills and give

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 it feels like it wiggles in

hands.

through my concentration. "Focus on gathering your magic inside

"Why didn't you tell me that earlier?

a deep rumble that fills the room. "How would I know if

fair, but I still feel like he's dragged

should I do?"

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