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 magic as it dives straight

It, too, disappears.

end, I'm left with one feeble little

mutter, cutting my magic and watching it fade

in the Fae Ward," Magister Orion announces on the heels

surprised. "How do you

at the 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 and date

gives me an

know, clocks with numbers," I explain,

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

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

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

circle?"

needles that

rubs the tip of his nose in thought. The

1 nod.

tell time with only

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

have twelve

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

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

not wrong. 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

all run for the hills

focus back to my training. I close my eyes, concentrating on summoning fire once more: the power inside of me is easier to grasp,

hands.

concentration. "Focus on gathering your magic inside of you until

in exasperation. "Why didn't you

"How would I know if I

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

should I do?"

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