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.

I cut my trickle of

It, too, disappears.

the end, I'm left with one

I mutter, cutting my magic

have passed in the Fae Ward," Magister

blink, surprised. "How

points at the wall behind me. "The

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. "Wait,

an odd

know, clocks with numbers," I

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eagerly. "We've always used clocks with

you describe an analog clock to someone who's never seen one? They

excitement fades to confusion. "A circle? Why? Why do

circle?"

actually needles that point to the

nose in thought.

1 nod.

do you tell time with only twelve

an hour, or five minutes. The big needle is

only have

then there's P.M., which is

"Human inventions can be so very strange. This technology of yours brings you backward." Giving

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 out. Imagine teaching third-grade children how to read a

they didn't all run for the hills and give

on summoning fire once more: the power inside of me is easier to grasp, though it feels like it wiggles in

hands.

cuts through my concentration. "Focus on gathering your

in exasperation. "Why didn't you tell

would I know if I didn't

fair, but I still feel like he's dragged me around for way too long. "Fair point. So,

should I do?"

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