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.

and I cut my trickle of magic as it dives straight for

It, too, disappears.

left with one feeble

mutter, cutting my magic

Fae Ward," Magister Orion announces on

surprised. "How do

at the wall behind me. "The

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

gives me an odd look. "What's

numbers," I explain, gesturing

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

do you describe an analog clock to someone who's never seen one? They have hands that go around

circle? Why? Why do you need hands? Is

circle?"

needles that point to

of his nose in thought. The numbers one

1 nod.

tell time with

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

only have

A.M., so before noon. And then

his head, a bemused expression on his face. "Human inventions can be so very strange. This technology of

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 an adult and I already want to tear my hair out. Imagine teaching third-grade children how to

for the hills and

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

hands.

concentration. "Focus on gathering your magic inside of you

"Why didn't you tell

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

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

should I do?"

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