Zena: The First Awakening
Copyright© 2025 by Man Of Myth
Chapter 11: The Unknown Planet
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 11: The Unknown Planet - 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
Unknown Planet
As their scream tore through the silent forest, light-years away and worlds apart, another scream pierced the darkness.
“NOOO!”
The scream tore through the darkness as a figure suddenly sat up in bed, voice sharp enough to shake the walls.
The door burst open suddenly. “Princess?” a woman gasped, frozen in confusion.
The princess shook violently, tears streaming down her face as she clutched the bedsheet to her chest.
The attendant hurried to her side. “Princess? Princess, are you hurt? What happened?”
She wailed even louder. “Call Mother!” she shouted, clutching her trembling hand to her chest.
The attendant’s eyes widened, then she spun and sprinted out.
The door opened again, and this time, three figures hurried in. Her mother arrived at the bed first and sat down beside her.
“Mother! Mother!” the girl shouted, throwing herself into her mother’s arms and clutching tightly with desperation.
“What happened? Did you feel something?” Despite her composure, the queen’s voice trembled.
The princess only shook her head and sobbed harder.
Her father moved closer and softly placed his hand on her head. “Princess ... please talk to us.”
“Father ... Father ... He ... He...” she tried to speak, but as soon as the words left her mouth, her mother stiffened. Her father’s face changed to a stern, shocked, and alert expression.
The queen softly told the attendant, “You may go now.”
“Yes, my queen.” The woman bowed and hurried out, closing the doors.
The queen exchanged a glance with her husband. He took a breath, briefly closed his eyes, and then opened them again.
“Clear,” he said as he secured the room, then sat on the bed.
“Darling,” he spoke softly, “tell us what happened. Don’t cry.”
The princess swallowed hard, trembling. “Mother ... Father ... I sensed him. I felt him, and now he’s gone.” She looked back and forth at them, her eyes filled with fear.
“Felt who?” the queen asked cautiously, her suspicion evident.
“Him, Mother. Him,” she insisted. “You told me about him.”
“That’s ... not possible. Not yet,” the queen exhaled, her calm shattered by a hint of genuine shock.
“I don’t know how, but I sensed him twice, and now he’s just ... gone.” She pressed her fingers to her temples. “It’s painful ... I can’t feel him anymore. It’s only darkness now, Mother. Please, do something...”
The queen’s eyes shimmered. “Did something wrong happen? Tell me.”
“Yes ... no ... I don’t know,” she sobbed. “It felt like ... he was dying. His energy was waning. Then, suddenly, there was nothing.”
The king repeated, looking at his wife in surprise, “Dying?”
The princess gave a faint nod.
He started to ask more, but the queen quickly shook her head, stopping him.
“Call Admiral Canzar,” she said. She hugged her daughter again, holding her close as the girl cried against her shoulder.
“It’s okay ... It’s okay...” she whispered, her voice trembling.
A few moments later, the door opened again.
A man in his sixties entered, tall and straight-backed, with sharp eyes. Those hardened eyes softened instantly when they fell upon the princess sobbing in her mother’s embrace.
His steady stride faltered, then he quickly moved to her side.
“Princess ... what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” The queen stepped aside, and the girl immediately threw herself into his arms.
The queen spoke quietly, saying, “We’ll discuss this on the way. We are leaving for the North. Five minutes. Follow all protocol.”
He glanced at the queen for confirmation. She nodded once. He kissed the princess’s forehead, then got up and hurried out.
“We’re leaving. Get ready,” said the queen.
“Where...?” the princess breathed out.
“You will know,” the queen replied, already moving toward the door.
The king squeezed his daughter’s shoulder gently before following.
The girl sat still on the bed, her chest aching and her breath trembling. She gasped again, ‘Please ... don’t be gone...”
Five minutes later, a small ship departed from an unseen hangar and rushed across the sky toward an unmarked destination.
Inside, the princess sat stiffly, hands shaking on her lap.
“Mother ... where are we going?” she spoke softly.
“Hopefully,” the queen exhaled, distracted, eyes distant. “To find answers.”
The ship crept through the night. After a while, it hovered near a vast mountain. A stone door opened silently.
The ship entered. It landed just before another sealed entrance. Only four people disembarked: the king, the queen, Admiral Canzar, and the princess.
They moved through the inner door.
Inside, two elders sat cross-legged on the stone floor, eyes closed. They seemed to be approaching a hundred years old, yet both were much older.
The lady’s eyes opened first. A soft smile curved her lips.
“You came. And this time ... with her.” Her gaze settled on the princess.
“Yes,” the queen replied. “And I believe you know why.”
The man’s eyes opened next. He looked the princess over with casual amusement.
“And why would we?” he asked dryly. “I assumed she would be telling us something.”
He chuckled.
“Come, dear,” the lady said, patting the floor before her.
The princess glanced at her parents. They nodded. She stepped forward and sat down obediently.
“You’re more beautiful than we expected,” the man said warmly.
The princess flushed, shifting slightly.
The lady rolled her eyes. “He still thinks he’s a charming teenager. But yes, he’s right.”
He smirked, unbothered.
Then the lady’s face hardened, voice turning sharp.
“Now ... tell us about him.”
“Him?” The princess blinked. “You ... knew?”
“Of course they knew,” the queen muttered.
“Don’t stand back there,” the man said. “Sit.”
The king, queen, and admiral moved forward and settled behind the princess.
Once again, the elders fixed their attention on her.
She looked at her parents.
“You can tell them everything, darling. They are the elders,” the king encouraged.
“Yes, the so-called elders,” the queen muttered.
The princess’s eyes widened as understanding settled. She bowed slightly.
“No need,” the lady said gently. “Just tell us.”
“Did you see him?” the man asked.
“See him? No,” she said, confused.
“No?” His brows lifted. “Why not?”
“I only sensed him. A few hours ago. Maybe three times, if the first one even counts. Just his mind. And only because ... it felt like he was dying.”
Her voice trembled.
“So?” the lady leaned forward. “That is more than enough to see him, and every life tied to his.”
“Really? I ... I don’t know how.”
“You don’t know?” the lady echoed sharply, turning to the king and queen. “At sixteen? Considering who she is?”
Both parents stiffened. The king looked away. The queen refused to meet the elder’s eyes.
“Did you miss the part where he was dying?” Admiral Canzar cut in, rescuing them.
The princess blinked between her parents’ guilty expressions, baffled.
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