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.

cut my trickle of magic as it dives straight

It, too, disappears.

I'm left

my magic and watching it fade

the Fae Ward," Magister

surprised. "How do you

points at the wall behind me.

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

an

with numbers," I explain,

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eagerly. "We've always used clocks with numbers. What other kind

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

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

circle?"

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

his nose

1 nod.

time with only

an hour, or five minutes. The big needle is for

only have

so before noon. And then

can be so very strange.

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 to read

run for the

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

hands.

"Focus on gathering your magic inside of you until it's stable. Your control

exasperation. "Why didn't you tell

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

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

should I do?"

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