Zena: The First Awakening
Copyright© 2025 by Man Of Myth
Chapter 15: The Training
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 15: The Training - 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
Penza-The Academy
Zyrian woke slowly, the memories of last night flooding back in a rush, the guardians, the battle,
The dying, and Elira ... especially Elira.
He smiled to himself. Then his eyes flew open.
“Oh ... shit,” he muttered, sitting up. “I almost forgot. That voice. That girl.”
He shut his eyes, concentrating.
“You there? Are you okay?”
Silence.
“Hello, mystery girl?”
Nothing.
He sighed. “So, one-way connection ... great. But why do I miss her voice already?” He chuckled.
He got up, showered, put on his academy uniform, and stepped out into the corridor to wait for his squad.
One by one, their doors opened. They all stepped out ... and none of them looked at each other.
Awkward, stiff, pretending last night didn’t happen.
Zyrian clicked his tongue, time to break the ice.
“You guys heard that?” he whispered dramatically. “I think there was a ghost in our wing last night.”
Everyone turned, confused.
“You didn’t hear it?” He motioned them into a circle, as if he were sharing a secret.
“Doors opening and closing by themselves. Three figures sneaking from room to room...”
Stunned faces. Then,
“Zyrian, you...!” Ryra smacked his chest, face burning red as she glanced at Cael and Uruses.
The others exchanged mortified looks ... and burst out laughing.
Nira wiped a tear. “You’re impossible.”
“I try,” he said smugly. “Come on. Let’s see what the new instructor wants.”
They walked down the main corridor toward the training grounds. As they passed one arena, they saw Level One students training and Elira instructing them.
Lyna smirked. “You know ... I heard from one of the ghosts that someone left Zyrian’s room early this morning.” She tilted her head. “No idea who, though.”
The entire squad howled.
Even Zyrian laughed. “Funny. I’ll remember that. Don’t worry.”
His eyes flicked to Elira.
Students turned, distracted, and the moment they lost control, elemental residue shot toward them, bits of fire, water, wind and pebbled earth.
“Shit!” the trainees yelped.
But everything bounced harmlessly off a shimmering air-shield that snapped up around the squad.
Uruses lowered his hand. The trainees stared in awe.
Ignoring them, Zyrian walked straight through the shield toward Elira.
She watched him approach intently.
The others followed behind him, aware of the attention. A hundred young eyes tracked them, awe, admiration, jealousy, crushes, and fear all mixed.
Zyrian stopped in front of Elira.
“Hi, Instructor Elira,” he said casually.
Elira smirked. “Squad Three, your training is the other way. You were supposed to be there ten minutes ago. Your instructor left twenty minutes ago.”
Everyone froze.
Zyrian stared. “Wait...”
“I’m guessing none of you checked the new academy training schedule on your holocoms?” Elira asked sweetly.
Every squad member lifted their wrist. Zyrian lifted his, too. It was bare. He had forgotten to put it on.
Elira’s lips curved. Trainees snickered behind their hands.
Zyrian turned and glared. They shut up instantly.
His squad nodded desperately at him, confirming they all missed the update.
He turned back to Elira, who was now wearing the most innocent, smug smile.
“Why didn’t you tell...” he began, then stopped, glancing back at the trainees.
“Zyrian, come on,” Ryra called. “Let’s go!”
He looked at her, at the trainees, then at Elira’s smirk.
“We aren’t finished,” he told her.
“Of course we aren’t,” Elira whispered, voice sweet, deliberately twisting his words into something else.
He grinned despite himself and followed his squad.
Whispers erupted among the trainees.
“Wow...”
“Damn...”
“He’s huge.”
“They’re all huge...”
“So pretty...”
“Their hair is insane...”
“And him, I heard he can use all the elements ... they all can!”
Elira’s smile froze.
“What?”
“That’s impossible!”
Her heart dropped like a stone. She turned sharply, cold fury in her eyes.
“Who said that?” she ordered.
A group of trainees pushed one boy forward, tall, well-built, talented, an Earth user.
He swallowed hard.
“I–Instructor Elira...” he stammered.
“Where did you hear that?” Her voice was a blade.
“I overheard some Level Two students in the cafeteria whispering about a mission. They mentioned it looked like he ... like they...” He shrank under her stare.
Elira inhaled sharply.
“Listen to me,” she said, voice icy. “Don’t repeat hearsay. And don’t you ever spread dangerous rumours. No one here can do that.”
Her voice cracked at the end.
“Yes, ma’am!” he blurted, terrified.
“Resume training!” she snapped.
The class scrambled back to formation. Elira stood still, jaw clenched, staring at nothing.
Because now the danger was real. Rumours had started.
Unaware of the storm they had just left behind in the lower grounds, Squad Three sprinted toward the far training section of the academy.
“Damn, she had us good,” Ryra cursed under her breath.
“It’s because of you three,” Leon accused, pointing at the girls.
“What?!” all three snapped, their glares promising violence.
Zyrian raised both hands. “Relax. It’s the first day. He’ll probably go easy on us.”
“You shut up!” All six turned on him at once.
Zyrian blinked. “ ... What did I do?”
No one answered.
When they reached the secluded training ground, they slowed, panting. This arena was different, cut off from the academy by steep rock walls, one side opening into thick forest, the other opening onto the academy entrance they had just passed through.
But the ground itself was barren, with no protective barriers, no elemental sources, no platforms, no gear racks, just empty earth.
Leon frowned. “What are we going to do here? Play games? Running, maybe?”
“Since you asked for it,” a voice answered from behind them, “Today we’ll train in running.”
They all flinched and spun around.
“Damn, how did he get behind us?” Cael whispered.
“Instructor Pashmin,” they said together, bowing slightly.
“Master,” he corrected calmly.
They froze.
“It’s Master Pashmin for you,” he said, meeting each pair of eyes. “I am not from the academy. I will not instruct you. I will teach you. Guide you.”
They exchanged wary glances and nodded.
“As you requested...” His gaze shifted to Leon. “Let’s begin with running.”
He pointed toward the mountain. “Run to the base and return.”
They blinked at him.
“Really?” Cael asked.
Pashmin tilted his head.
“Rule 1”.
Before Cael could process the words, a palm struck his chest so hard he flew backwards.
In the same breath, Zyrian, Leon, Uruses, Ryra, Lyna, and Nira were also flung in different directions, hitting the ground in painful heaps.
Pashmin stood where he had been, not even adjusting his stance.
“I say something once.”
Groaning, they scrambled up and hurried into formation before him.
“Run.”
They ran.
Zyrian led the pack. He sensed something, wind? Movement? But couldn’t place it.
When he reached the mountain base, a palm struck his chest and sent him crashing backwards into Uruses and Cael. Leon, Nira, Ryra, and Lyna piled into the tangle a second later.
“Shit, how did he do that?” Nira gasped.
They staggered up, searching.
“There,” Uruses said.
Pashmin remained in the same spot. It seemed as if he hadn’t moved at all.
“Run.”
They ran again. And again. And again.
For over an hour, the world became one repeating cycle:
Run.
Impact.
Fall.
Get up.
Run.
Until,
“Break,” Pashmin said, and vanished.
They collapsed under the shade of trees at the forest’s edge, drinking water that mysteriously was there.
After a long moment of silence, they burst out laughing.
“I officially hate the word run now,” Zyrian wheezed.
“What’s he trying to make us do? Outrun him?” Cael groaned.
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