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.

existence. Another bounces off, and I cut my

It, too, disappears.

end, I'm left with one feeble little

cutting my magic and watching it

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

surprised. "How do

points at the wall behind

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

Orion gives me an odd look. "What's

with numbers," I explain, gesturing

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used clocks with numbers. What

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

excitement fades to confusion. "A circle? Why? Why do you need

circle?"

hands-well, they're actually needles that point

tip of his nose in thought.

1 nod.

do you tell time with only twelve

an hour, or five minutes. The big needle is

have twelve

then there's P.M., which is

very strange. This technology of yours brings you backward." Giving up on the clock explanation,

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

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

fire once more: the power inside of me is easier to grasp, though it feels like it wiggles in my

hands.

"Focus on gathering your magic inside of you until it's

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

"How would I know if

dragged me around for way too long.

should I do?"

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