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First coffee, then magic - Breathing instead of abracadabra
Book 1 of the series!
Myrael is 22, chaotic, chronically overwhelmed, and pretty sure her life took a wrong turn somewhere. University feels empty, her thoughts are loud, and her days stumble from coffee to coffee. Only one thing feels strangely right: the quiet pull inside her, telling her there must be more. More than to-do lists, lectures, and the feeling of not quite functioning.
When she spontaneously signs up for a breathing class, she has no idea that this single evening will change everything. The instructor, Riven, seems calm, grounded, and completely out of place in her hectic world. He talks about breathing, grounding, and inner awareness as if magic were nothing lofty, but something deeply ordinary. Myrael stumbles in. First skeptical. Then curious. Then with an open heart.
Amid coffee cups, floor cushions, and mishaps, Myrael begins to learn: to breathe consciously, to ground herself, to sense energies, and to protect herself. Every step feels both new and familiar. The deeper she dives, the clearer it becomes that this world is not foreign—but one she remembers.
As Myrael develops, old certainties begin to shake. Her best friend Juna doesn’t understand the path she’s taking, and the conflict forces Myrael to honestly ask herself for the first time: who does she want to be—and for whom? At the same time, her closeness to Riven grows. Something gentle, intense, and unnamed develops between them. No fairy tale. No escape. Just a quiet recognition.
Myrael learns visualization, meditation, and eventually trance. She experiences power spots, sees auras, encounters chakras not as theory but as lived experience. Magic doesn’t reveal itself as spectacle, but as presence. As connection. As a return to oneself.
The turning point comes when Myrael hits a block. Too much insight, too many feelings, too many changes. She tries to return to her old life—and painfully realizes it no longer fits. Only when she unconsciously returns to a shared power spot does everything collapse—and begin to rearrange itself anew.
In her encounter with Riven, in silence, closeness, and trust, she finds support. She learns that growth doesn’t mean cutting off everything old, but taking oneself seriously. During the full moon ritual, she finally experiences how grounded and natural magic can be—and that rituals are not an escape, but conscious choices.
In the end, Myrael doesn’t stand at a clear destination. But she stands. With both feet on the ground. With an open gaze. With the sense that her life may transform. And with the question that leaves everything open:
What if this is only the beginning?