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 for

It, too, disappears.

the end, I'm left with one feeble little

mutter, cutting my magic and watching it

the Fae Ward," Magister Orion

blink, surprised. "How

at the wall behind

our time in the training room, while the other shows the time and

Orion gives me an odd

with numbers," I explain, gesturing to the

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

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

Why? Why do you need

circle?"

hands-well, they're actually needles that

rubs the tip of his nose in thought. The numbers one

1 nod.

do you tell time with only twelve

or five minutes. The big

have

And then there's P.M., which

be so very strange. This technology of yours brings you backward." Giving up on the clock

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

for the hills

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

hands.

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

exasperation. "Why didn't you tell me that earlier? I've

the room. "How would I know if I didn't

is fair, but I still feel like he's dragged

should I do?"

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