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Diana I sit cross-legged in the center of the clearing, my breath steady, my eyes closed, lost in the rhythm of meditation. Dominicus’s voice rings in my mind, reminding me of the importance of focus. ‘Clear your mind. Feel the world around you, with all of your senses. Be one with it’. It’s a mantra, one I’ve struggled with, but now, after weeks of practice, I can actually feel it. The steady hum of the earth beneath me, the cool breeze against my skin, the distant rustle of leaves. It’s all becoming clearer, more vivid.

“First, we center ourselves through mindfulness. We must quiet our minds in order to hear our inner beast and allow it the space to guide us,” Tharion said quietly, his voice calm, authoritative—like a Nordic guru imparting wisdom to his young disciple. “Close your eyes. Focus on your breath. Breathe in slowly, counting to four. Hold your breath for a count of four. Exhale through your mouth for a count of four.” Kaplan felt the tension drain from his muscles, his posture loosening as his focus sharpened on the rhythm of his breath.

But what if it's been part of me all along, dormant until awakened, waiting for me to recognize it? "Extend your hand, palm up," Rain instructs softly. "But keep your eyes closed. Don't try to create light. Instead, allow the light that's already within you to extend beyond your skin. Like exhaling breath that's visible in cold air." I raise my hand as directed, palm toward the sky. Rather than forcing energy as I did earlier, I imagine the light inside me simply extending outward, crossing the boundary of skin as naturally as breath leaving lungs.

It might live in me but it is not of me. I try to picture myself as a flower, opening up to the sunlight that is the magic within me. It begins to stir and stretches a little closer to me but at my excitement it shrinks away once more. How am I supposed to get this to work? "Breathe. Just take nice controlled breaths and feel yourself relaxing. Listen to the wind and how it moves with each breath that you take. Surrender to the part of you that listens to the wind. That is the same part of you that can connect with this other magic. Now, once you are listening to the wind and surrendering. Let the magic come to you. Let it fill you. Let it live in you. Once it is there, it will never comple

I shut the door behind me, locking it carefully, then laid the book on my desk. The cover glimmered faintly in the dawn light, like it was alive. I ran my hand over it, whispering to no one but myself. “You’ll help me end him.” Then I opened it again. Page after page, I read until the sun rose completely, painting the world in pale gold. The book spoke of mirrors of thought, techniques to teach telepaths to reflect emotion rather than absorb it, to project calm even while their minds burned. It described meditation patterns, breathing cycles, and ancient chants meant to align energy with memory.

“Now I was just informed that my father…and my mother, has done you a disservice. That is going to change right now. Everyone, close your eyes.” “What are you trying to pull now?” Aurora started, but I just glared at her and growled, but she just rolled her eyes before closing them. “Now, I want you to focus on yourself, your center. Picture a deep, dark forest. You are walking through the dark forest. Tell me what you hear.” “Bugs.” Someone said. “The wind in the trees.” Tina said, and I looked over to find both the beta and gamma with their eyes closed as well.

Kallem asked. “No. All you have to do is think of your mind as an open room. In this rom is whatever you want but it needs to have a single door. Just unlock that door and when I knock, open it.” Aria explained. “I’ll go first.” I said to the rest. I pictured my reading room with the French doors closed. There was a light knock. I got up out of my favorite chair and opened the door. Aria was standing there smiling. We embraced and when I opened my eyes I could still feel and hear her. “Did it work?”

“It’s pitch black in here! Do you have night vision? Are you a bat?” Matteo laughed, that warm, easy sound that used to be my favorite music. He knelt down so we were eye-to-eye. “No night vision, Hails. Just focus. If you learn to control your breathing... if you calm the noise inside your own head... the dark becomes like day. The shadows tell stories. You just have to listen.” I close my eyes. I force the image of Matteo’s smiling face away and focus on my lungs. In. Out. Slow. Steady. The roar of blood in my ears fades. The panic recedes, leaving behind a cold, crystalline clarity.

My heart raced with anticipation as I sought to unlock the dormant magic within. "Place your hands flat out on the ground," Thorn advised. "Now, I want you to empty your mind." The last part of that was hard. I had never meditated before and wasn't sure how to empty my mind. "Focus on your breathing," Thorn said. This was much easier to do than trying to empty something that never stopped thinking. Closing my eyes, I slowly breathed in through my nose, allowing my diaphragm to expand down. Then, just as slowly, I breathed out through my mouth, pushing my diaphragm back up.

Master Jeevika said, "Let me put it another way." Then, he solemnly guided, "When you open your eyes, you are just standing on the earth, looking at the sky before you. When you close your eyes and enter the unconscious realm, the earth will become a globe before you, and everything is within your view and control." Nanako frowned confusedly. "I've figured out a little bit of the introspection method, but... I never had the feeling of closing my eyes and looking at the universe."