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.

flickers out of existence. Another bounces off, and I cut my trickle of magic as it dives straight for Magister

It, too, disappears.

I'm left with one

mutter, cutting my magic and watching

Magister Orion announces on the heels

"How

points at the wall behind

modern-looking clocks on the wall. One displays a countdown for our time in the training room, while the other shows the time

an odd

clocks with numbers," I explain, gesturing

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"We've always used clocks

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

Why do

circle?"

actually needles that

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

1 nod.

tell time with only twelve

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

only have twelve

then there's

his head, a bemused expression on his face. "Human inventions can be so very strange. This technology of yours brings you backward." Giving up on the clock explanation, I 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

they didn't all run for the hills

turn my focus back to my training. I close my eyes, concentrating on summoning fire once more:

hands.

Magister Orion's voice cuts through my concentration. "Focus on gathering your magic inside of you until it's stable.

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

would I know if

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

should I do?"

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