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 for Magister

It, too, disappears.

the end, I'm left with one feeble little

cutting my magic and watching it

hours have passed in the Fae Ward," Magister Orion announces on the

blink, surprised. "How

behind me. "The room told

wall. One displays a countdown for our time in the training room, while the other shows the time and date in the

an odd

I explain, gesturing to the

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used clocks with numbers. What other kind is

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

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

circle?"

needles that point to

nose in thought. The numbers

1 nod.

do you tell time with only twelve

five minutes. The big needle is for minutes and the short needle is

have twelve

A.M., so before noon. And then there's P.M., which

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

head hurt. I have no idea how elementary teachers can throw knowledge at children; I'm trying to teach

run for the hills and give

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 it's stable. Your control is

in exasperation. "Why didn't you tell me that earlier? I've been at this

that fills the room. "How would I know if

but I still feel like he's dragged me around for way

should I do?"

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