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.

bounces off, and I cut my trickle of magic

It, too, disappears.

end, I'm left with one

my magic and

Ward," Magister

blink, surprised. "How do you

wall behind me.

our time 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 the sleek, futuristic

an odd look. "What's

I explain, gesturing to

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always used clocks with

to someone who's never seen one? They have hands that go around in

Why? Why do you need hands?

circle?"

hands-well, they're actually needles that point

rubs the tip of his nose in

1 nod.

tell time with

big

have

then there's P.M.,

inventions can be so very strange. This technology of yours

not wrong. Trying to 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

didn't all run for the hills and

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

hands.

your magic inside of

and I stare in exasperation. "Why didn't you tell me that earlier?

deep rumble that fills the room. "How would I know if I didn't watch you trying

dragged me around for way too long. "Fair point. So,

should I do?"

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