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.

of existence. Another bounces off, and I cut my trickle of magic as it dives straight for Magister Orion's

It, too, disappears.

the end, I'm left with one

cutting my magic

have passed in the Fae Ward," Magister

"How

the wall behind me. "The room told

for our time in the training room, while the other shows the time and date in the Fae Ward. "Wait,

Orion gives me an

clocks with numbers," I explain, gesturing

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

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

fades to confusion. "A circle? Why? Why do

circle?"

hands-well, they're actually needles

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

1 nod.

you tell time with only twelve

minutes. The big

only have

And then there's P.M., which is after

can be so very strange. This technology of yours brings you backward."

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

all run for the hills and give

my focus back to my training. I close my eyes, concentrating on summoning fire once more: the power inside of me

hands.

through my concentration. "Focus on gathering your

"Why didn't you tell me that earlier? I've

would I know if I didn't watch

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

should I do?"

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