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.
