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Aiden stood across from her, arms folded, his expression steady but watchful. “Close your eyes,” he said. “Don’t fight the fire. Let it rise, but don’t let it consume. Picture it as part of you, not something separate.” Evelynn inhaled slowly, obeying. The warmth in her chest swelled, quick and alive, racing through her veins until her skin buzzed. She clenched her fists, fighting the instinct to smother it. “Good,” Aiden murmured. “Now… shape it. Think of it as a flame in your hand. Small enough to hold, steady enough not to burn you.”

I relaxed, doing as she instructed, not because I wasn't afraid but because I trusted her. Soon, the purple sachet sat on the runic cloth atop a high stool, with me facing it, seated on a chair across from it. I closed my eyes, my brows knotted together as I tried to meditate. This time it was far easier. Like Elder Miriam had said, meditation was a muscle, once you started to exercise it daily, you would get better at it, doing it without thinking. But the darkness of the aura emanating from the purple sachet still stung, it was like a force, repelling me with every second.

As I focused on my breath, I felt a sense of grounding and inner peace gradually enveloping me. Elara explained that meditation was a practice of training the mind to observe thoughts without attachment or judgment. She compared the mind to a vast ocean, where thoughts and emotions were like waves that could disturb its calm surface. Through meditation, warriors could develop the ability to observe these thoughts and emotions without being swept away by them, fostering a sense of clarity and equanimity.

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I was burdenless, although I didn't know where that carefree state came from. Since I had a lot of time before my appointed training, I used it on something I hadn't done for at least a year: I meditated. I slowly began to put all the tiny blocks of thoughts in order, fixing what was broken and healing my pain in the depths of my mind. Once I opened my eyes, I felt different, focused, as if I had entered some space that had been locked for years but was now open.

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How could I possibly focus when the only thing I was thinking of was those lips on mine or how I would run my hands down his back or how he would get inside of me, and I would be screaming his name all night long. There weren’t any pure thoughts, not even one. I tried to snap out of the unholy thoughts, but I found myself drowning in them the next second. “Please excuse me,” I stood up and went to the kitchen to get some water. I took a deep breath,and made a prayer to the moon goddess to help me stop thinking about Diego.

It was somewhere deeper. Somewhere quieter. His thoughts didn’t drift to the trial. Not the screams. Not the voices. Not the final words spoken in the circle of fire. Instead, they went somewhere else. To a moment. Brief. Fragile. The moment right before—when part of him had almost given in. And how easy it had been. His eyes drifted shut. Sleep came slowly. Then all at once. And for a while… he escaped. Then— Morning came, pale and cold—and far too loud.

I remembered many things when I wasn't thinking about power and my mission in order to be free from this curse. I remembered when I was sitting there on the couch inside the living room of the mansion; walking on the passageway to the library, reading novels, playing with people around, and many others.

With the start of the novel, her fingers moved in a flow, the words went in a flow, she spent her day and night in front of the laptop, 3 weeks later, her book was done, she wiped her tears as she stared at her completed manuscript. “Whoa!” Tasha yelled from behind, “What the hell have you been doing?” She blinked at the condition of the room, there were stacks of cup noodles at the side, there were tissues scattered on the floor, her best friend looked like a zombie with the dark bags under her eyes.