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.

out of existence. Another bounces off, and I cut my trickle of magic as it dives

It, too, disappears.

the end, I'm left with

it, I mutter, cutting my magic and

the Fae Ward," Magister

surprised. "How

the wall behind me. "The

for our time in the training room, while the other shows

an

know, clocks with numbers," I

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

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

Why? Why do you need hands? Is

circle?"

needles that point

his nose in thought. The

1 nod.

you tell time with only twelve

an hour, or five minutes. The big needle is for minutes and the short needle

have twelve

so before noon. And then there's

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

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 read a

for the hills and give

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

hands.

cuts through my concentration. "Focus on gathering your magic inside of you until it's stable. Your control

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

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

dragged me around for way too long.

should I do?"

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