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.

my trickle of magic as it dives

It, too, disappears.

left with

mutter, cutting my magic and watching it fade

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

blink, surprised. "How

behind me. "The room

for our time in the training room, while the other shows the time and date in the Fae

Orion gives me an odd

numbers," I explain, gesturing to

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always used clocks with numbers. What other kind

seen one? They have hands that go

circle? Why? Why

circle?"

actually needles that point

nose

1 nod.

time with

The big needle is for minutes and

only have

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

shakes 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

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

amazing they didn't all run for the hills and give up

my training. I close my eyes, concentrating on summoning fire once more: the power inside of me is easier to grasp, though

hands.

voice cuts through my concentration. "Focus on gathering your magic inside of you

didn't you tell me that earlier? I've been

"How would I know if I didn't watch you

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

should I do?"

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