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Since he had stopped making use of Thespian, one of the abilities that Syroa’s Blessings afforded him so frequently, the Mortalborn had struggled to clear his mind and enter a meditative trance, even more than before. He didn’t regret the choice that he had made though, and he was not tempted to turn his feelings off again, despite those new challenges. The world was so much better and brighter now that he allowed himself to feel, to experience joy and love and happiness, and even sadness on occasion – besides, in order to connect with the world around you and understand it completely, you needed to allow yourself to feel.

That was what he realized now. Without feelings, he would always remain apart and never belong.

He was sitting behind his desk that Cylus morning, the notes on his newest research project – he was trying to develop a new branch of alchemy – in front of him, but he was not looking at them at the moment, and neither was he looking at anything else in his study, at the fire that was crackling in the fireplace, not at the bookshelves and not at any of the other luxurious furniture that surrounded him. Instead, he was looking inwards, trying to find that sense of calm, focusing on his heartbeat and his breathing that was slow and steady.

Meditation posed more of a challenge nowadays; but he didn’t mind. It would just take time for him to find that certain clarity again. It might just require a slightly different approach. One of the techniques that he had used on occasion in the past involved envisioning a flame, a flame that consumed everything around him until there was nothing left; he was not in the mood for destruction though. Since he had been initiated into Transmutation and Dreamwalking, he wished to create and reshape and make something new more frequently than not.

He realized what he was doing abruptly. He had planned to not think. The memories of what he had seen in Emea, the Veil and all the events that had followed, that had changed his life fundamentally, stubbornly stayed at the forefront of his mind for a while, until he abruptly closed his eyes. If he closed his eyes, if he didn’t see, maybe it would be easier then. Darkness was his domain after all. Wouldn’t it be logical if not seeing anything helped him?

After a while, after what seemed like eternity, after too many setbacks to count them all – although the passing of time mattered little to someone who could potentially live forever, who had already been alive for centuries – there was a brief moment where there was only calm, a brief moment of intense, precious focus – and then there was suddenly a knock on the door. It seemed unusually loud, almost painfully loud in the silence that surrounded him. His eyes snapped open abruptly. For a moment, he furrowed his brow fractionally, but he didn’t move, as he was reluctant to let go of that state completely.

There was another knock though, slightly more persistent, and whatever he had felt before disappeared for good. He rose to his feet and walked over to the door in order to open it, only to find himself face to face with Elias, his mortal servant. The expression on his face betrayed little of what he thought, of course. There was no point in commenting on the interruption or being irritated. It was such a minor thing and insignificant in the long run.

“Several letters just arrived, my lord”, the brown-haired human explained and bowed. Doran was not a noble. Elias, who had worked for him since Etzos where he had been treated like a hero – because of a deed that he wished he were able to undo nowadays – frequently refused to call him anything but my lord though; for that reason, he’d decided to just leave the matter be. Elias seemed to be happier like that, so who was he to deny him?

“Several letters?” he asked and raised an eyebrow fractionally as he looked at the envelopes that Elias was holding in his hands before he finally accepted them, wondering what they could be about. Whatever he had felt before, when Elias had interrupted him, had been replaced by curiosity. He was a professor, of course, a famous alchemist and an exceptionally skilled swordsman, but he had never received what looked like nearly a dozen letter on the same trial.

Furrowing his brow, the Mortalborn who was dressed in comparatively casual clothes – a dressing gown, among other things – there was no need to wear an elegant suit inside his own home where only those that were closest to him would be able to see him – retreated into his study, closing the door behind him as he did so. A moment later, he removed a bottle of wine from a shelf – a Rynmeran wine that was somewhat harder to come by after a plague had ravaged the kingdom – poured himself a glass and sat down behind his desk again in order to open the envelopes and read the letters that were contained within them.
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A few bits later, he already knew what was going on. During the past couple of trials, since the Lotharro Halbjorn who had donated blood to him had visited him for the second time, he had regularly been approached by random strangers in the street or when he was walking through the hallways of the Academy where he worked – it seemed as if Halbjorn – or one of his other volunteers – had been a little too talkative. The aforementioned strangers had offered to donate their blood to his research as well, in exchange for free medical treatment or, perhaps, a few nels. He didn’t mind more volunteers, of course; the problem was that not all of them were suitable research subjects.

The letters had been written by more of those wannabe volunteers. It surprised them that they had all arrived at once. Had Halbjorn – a man that seemed a little overly enthusiastic sometimes – persuaded his friends to write him right now? It seemed like the most logical explanation to him.

Most of the people that had sent the letters were human – they went into quite a bit of detail in regard to how useful their blood would supposedly be to him – a fact that he found strange and somewhat amusing at the same time (the corners of his mouth twitched slightly as he read the letters in question). He didn’t need human blood though. His aim was to replicate the special abilities of various races with alchemy and put them into potions. Humans didn’t have any special abilities though; they were not resistant to the cold, they couldn’t see air currents, and they didn’t have adrenaline outbursts either.

Neither did he need or want the blood of mages or certain blessed individuals, should such ever be offered – he had no interest in angering the Immortals because he messed with their gifts, he wanted redemption and not a whole set of new enemies to replace the Immortal that he had tried to kill on the frozen plains of Oscillus several arcs prior. Not answering the letters would not be acceptable though. Those people had meant well. They had very likely not realized that their offer would be of no use to him. Few people were familiar with the details of Blood Magic – an exceedingly advanced branch of alchemy – after all.

He would take care of the letters now so that he would be able to go back to his meditation exercises or work on his research some more afterwards, he decided. He had made a fair amount of progress during the previous two seasons, but there was still quite a bit of work to be done before he could submit his thesis that would enable him to replace his academic rival, a man who had rather antiquated views in regard to slavery, for example.

With that thought in mind, the Mortalborn removed a sheet of crisp white paper from a drawer of his desk, dipped his quill into the inkwell that stood on his desk and started to write. The woman that had sent him the first letter that he had opened – a certain Mrs. Fiona Hawkins - unfortunately didn't possess any traits that would merit further study of her blood, and thus his letter to her contained a refusal, a polite one of course. Neither were the second or the third letter of any use to him – their senders received a refusal as well.

Two letters did turn out to have some potential though. Perhaps, he would ask the people that had sent them to visit him in his office at the Academy, he decided, and finished his drink before he turned to focus on the tasks that he set for himself earlier that morning again.
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Ah, meditation threads. I often find those difficult to write. How do you write something lengthy about a zen state of mind where the character doesn't think, after all? You've done a wonderful job of trying to solve the issue by focusing on setbacks and technique. The second part I found more interesting, because that seemed to be where the story was at. It's great to see you taking a setback you've been given and running with it. I wonder if we'll ever see people actually approach Doran in person with similar offers rather than sending letters?

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