Zena: the First Awakening
Copyright© 2025 by Man Of Myth
Prologue — The Beginning
Fantasy Sex Story: Prologue — The Beginning - Before the first stars learned to burn, the Pulse was born, a living rhythm of creation that binds gods, universes, and mortal thought. On 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 BiSexual Heterosexual High Fantasy Military Mystery Science Fiction Aliens Space Politics Royalty
Before there was form, there was the Pulse, a rhythm that breathed through the endless void,
neither alive nor dead, only waiting. From that stillness came two sparks one of radiant flame, one of endless shadow.
They were not born to fight, but to balance. Yet balance cannot last when awareness is born. When their light touched, the void screamed. The Pulse convulsed, tearing itself apart in a storm of raw existence.
Stars were born and broken in the same heartbeat. Galaxies twisted into spirals of fire and dust.
Time itself cracked and bled into space, turning eternity into shards of chaos. The two sparks collided and in that single, blinding moment, both were unmade.
The Pulse shattered. Its fragments scattered across the newborn expanse, each piece carrying a whisper of what once was.
And from those whispers, life began to take form. Worlds awakened in the darkness,
their skies heavy with the breath of creation.
Races rose, some of light, some of shadow, others caught forever in between,
each bearing a trace of the fallen Pulse.
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 simply remembered.
And as the newborn universes drifted apart some veiled in soft radiance, some cloaked in cold and shadow the Watcher turned away.
Its gaze moved beyond the stars, where even time dares not go.
Silence stretched across the newborn heavens.
The storm that had once torn through the void was gone, leaving only drifting embers of collapsed stars. They glimmered faintly, suspended like dust in an endless ocean.
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