Tangled

Chapter 290

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290 Ava: Imbalance

"You're really bad at taking care of yourself, aren't you?"

The little bit of life I'd managed to bring back to the forest is already dwindling, but the spirit- Grimoire, I'm pretty sure-is floating in the air when I open my eyes, lying on their side with their head propped on their hand. "Excuse me?" What a welcome.

"Not eating. Don't even notice you have a fever. Wild magic inside of you." They shake their head. "You'll implode at this rate."

A fever? My forehead feels cool to touch. "I don't have a fever."

"Your hand is as hot as your-never mind. Not my problem if humans want to kill themselves." They roll over, presenting their back to me.

"What do you mean by wild magic? And why would I implode?"

The spirit waves their hand dismissively, not even bothering to look at me. Their indifference is frustrating.

Last time, they spoke with me after I connected with the magic hidden here.

Fine. If that's what it takes to get answers, I'll try again.

Once I focus, the hidden magic pulses beneath the lake, calling my attention.

I touch my forehead discreetly. It feels cool to me, but the spirit's words nag at the back of my mind. Could I really have a fever?

Pushing the thought aside, I concentrate on the magic thrumming beneath the water, the faintest whisper of it grazing the land. Reaching out with my senses, I try to coax it to life once more.

nothing happens. The forest remains silent, the air still. But then, slowly, I feel a warmth spreading from my fingertips. It travels up my arms, settling in my chest before radiating outward. The golden glow returns,

There's a strange heat building inside me, different from the warmth of the magic. It's uncomfortable, almost feverish. Maybe

open my eyes, hoping to see the spirit more willing to engage. To my surprise, they're hovering closer now, their ethereal form shimmering with

"You're more persistent than

mean you'll answer my

me

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you're asking

some freaking supernatural law they hold deep in their souls? It's ridiculous.

I forgot they can read my thoughts. "Okay,

here?" They gesture to the revitalized forest around us. "You seek more power, yet you

was separated from my teacher. I'm on my own

you humans.

teacher, if you pay attention. That's the problem with Never paying attention. There are no ornate

doesn't feel

they're a spirit, and I'm a

in your head for

keep my

a force of nature. It responds

consume-I was told I needed a teacher so I wouldn't

hasn't it? They're rotating in the air, spinning slowly until they're upside down, seafoam-colored hair reaching the ground. They look ridiculous, despite the grim words and solemn expression. "Magic requires balance, they explain. "What you're doing now is drawing power from

do

gleam with an otherworldly light as they consider my question. Their body continues to rotate slowly in the air, defying gravity in a way that makes my head spin if I focus on it too

mocking tone, "they think they're so clever. They've found a way to cheat the system, or so

understand

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magical dumping ground. When they feel the pressure building up, they funnel that excess energy into these constructs. Imagine a

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