Zena: The First Awakening
Copyright© 2025 by Man Of Myth
Prologue: The Shattering
Fantasy Sex Story: Prologue: The Shattering - Before the first stars learned to burn, the Pulse was born, a living rhythm of creation that binds gods, universes, and mortal thought. In the world of Zena, a single clash between two kings reawakens that forgotten power. The impact fractures the laws of reality, echoing through distant realms, awakening watchers, universes, and ancient minds that have slept since the dawn of existence. Now, as the Pulse stirs once more, time bends, empires tremble.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual High Fantasy Military Mystery Science Fiction Aliens Extra Sensory Perception Space Were animal Incest Sister Polygamy/Polyamory Black Male Black Female Big Breasts Size Politics Royalty Slow Violence
Before form came into being, there was the Pulse, a rhythmic breath in the infinite void that was neither alive nor dead, merely waiting. From this silence, two sparks emerged: one was a radiant flame, and the other an endless shadow.
Their purpose was to maintain balance, not to battle. However, balance depends on awareness. When opposing lights crossed, the void lamented. The Pulse trembled, shattering amidst a chaos of pure existence.
Stars were born and shattered at the same time. Galaxies spun into fiery dust spirals. Time fragmented, splitting into space and transforming eternity into chaos. As Pulse disintegrated, with fragments spreading across the emerging landscape, each carried an echo of the past.
But beyond it all, something watched.
It had no shape, no name, no beginning, only awareness. It saw the sparks rise and fall, watched the void turn to flame, and flame to silence. It did not interfere. It merely remembered.
Universes formed, and galaxies came alive with stars. The newly formed galaxies spread across the universe, some shone with gentle light, while others were wrapped in darkness,
The Watcher looked away.
Its gaze moved beyond the stars, where even time dares not go.
Silence extended over the freshly formed heavens. The storm that previously swept through the void had dissipated, leaving behind glowing remnants of broken stars. These glimmers shimmered softly, floating like dust in an infinite sea.
From that stillness of the universe, galaxies, stars and systems were born, and then worlds began to turn. Worlds came alive in the darkness, their skies thick with the breath of creation. Life started to emerge. Races arose, some of light, some of shadow, and others forever caught in between, each carrying a remnant of the fallen Pulse.
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