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.

off, and I cut my trickle

It, too, disappears.

I'm left with one feeble little

it, I mutter, cutting my magic and watching it

Fae Ward," Magister Orion announces on the

surprised. "How do you

wall behind me. "The room told

our time in the training room, while the other shows the time and date in the Fae Ward. "Wait,

an odd look. "What's

with numbers," I explain,

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

one? They have hands

"A circle? Why? Why do you need hands?

circle?"

needles that point to

his nose in thought. The numbers one

1 nod.

tell time with only twelve

The big needle is for minutes and

only have twelve

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

on his face. "Human inventions can be so very strange.

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

for the hills and give up their

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

hands.

my concentration. "Focus on gathering your magic inside of you until it's

snap open and I stare in exasperation. "Why didn't you tell me

a deep rumble that fills the room. "How would I know if I didn't watch you trying to

dragged me around for

should I do?"

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