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

It, too, disappears.

left with one feeble little

mutter, cutting my

Ward," Magister Orion announces on

blink, surprised. "How do you

behind me. "The

in the training room, while the other shows the time and date in the Fae Ward. "Wait, the Fac use digital clocks?" I ask, confused by

Orion gives me an odd look.

with numbers," I explain, gesturing to

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

one? They

excitement fades to confusion. "A circle? Why? Why do you need hands? Is it to move

circle?"

hands-well, they're actually needles

tip of his nose in thought.

1 nod.

tell time with

an hour, or five minutes. The big needle is

only have twelve

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

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

children; I'm trying to teach an adult and I already want to tear my hair out. Imagine teaching third-grade children how

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

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.

on gathering your magic

"Why didn't you tell

room. "How would I know if I didn't watch you trying to control

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

should I do?"

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