Zena: The First Awakening
Copyright© 2025 by Man Of Myth
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1: 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. 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
Planet ZENA- The Twin Moons
Above the storm-ravaged world, the Twin Moons quietly glowed, two celestial eyes observing the trembling planet below, weighed down by kings. The silver Moon, soft and luminous, shimmered gently, while the blue Moon burned faintly, pulsing in sync with the lightning amid the clouds.
They remained silent for a long time, having seen empires rise and fall like echoes. However, they had never encountered anything like this before. Finally, the blue moon spoke in a voice reminiscent of the calm before a thunderstorm.
“Sila ... what should we do? Should we interfere?
The silver moon’s light flickered once, as though sighing.
“No ... let’s wait.”
“Wait? Their energy will shatter the core if they continue.”
The silver light brightened, edges trembling like ripples across still water.
“You can’t protect them every time, Blena.”
“But they are our children, Sila. Made from our light and born under our watch. We must protect them.”
Sila’s glow dimmed slightly, soft and sorrowful.
“Not this time. Something greater is stirring. Throughout all the centuries since the first breath, no king has set foot on the battlefield. If it happens now, it signifies that something much beyond our view is approaching.”
The twin moons hung silently, one gleaming silver and the other a soft blue, their light weaving through the sky like intertwined threads of destiny.
Then, a third voice emerged. It did not come from the air or emptiness; instead, it was the void itself, speaking through them as if a memory had materialized.
“Yes ... There is.”
Both moons paused, their light stopping within the darkness. For a moment, a shadow crossed their surfaces, not dark but deep, as if space itself wrapped around an unseen figure.
Sila’s glow flickered nervously.
“You...”
“Watcher.”
The void gently moved, a breath-like ripple passing between them.
“Do not speak my name so casually. This is not a moment for remembrance but for reckoning.”
The moons shivered, their light fading in reverence.
“They are disrupting the balance”.
“No. They are fulfilling it.”
The silence that followed spread across the sky like a wave of fear.
Deep beneath the planet’s surface, red and blue auras ignited at the same time, sending a pulse that resonated all the way to the stars.
The Watcher’s voice grew quieter, gradually settling into silence.
“Let them awaken what sleeps. The world will remember ... soon.”
As the echo faded, the two moons continued their vigil, one shedding soft silver tears, the other silently burning in blue.
Awakened
Below, the world was not quiet. A faint red glow lit up the rain, while blue shimmered like lightning trapped in glass. Standing between them were two kings, Siyazim of Siyara and Nezamon of Nezara, each waiting for the other to make the first move.
Then, A whisper. Soft. Unfamiliar. Close.
It flowed through the chaos like wind within thoughts, neither spoken nor heard, merely a presence pressing against the ear and soul.
“One blow.”
Nezamon tensed, eyes flickering briefly as if searching for the source. His heartbeat sped up; he gripped the great axe Arakvorn more tightly. The voice felt as real as the storm around him.
“One blow with all your power”.
He exhaled through clenched teeth, his body reacting before his mind could consider. Then, amidst the static of the comm and the dust-laden air, with Luma present.
“Siyazim. One blow”.
The Siya King raised his head slightly. He wasn’t sure how the words reached him, across the distance and through the storm, but they arrived. The shock he felt wasn’t from hearing them.
It was from realizing ... both kings, for a heartbeat, heard the same whisper as they stared across the distance: two warriors, two rulers, two halves of a design neither could see. Then, something surged through the ground, through their armor, through the air itself. Not Luma, but something older and more profound. The Pulse.
Their weapons came alive. The Nezara Axe, Arakvorn, burst with blue flames along its blade. The Siyara Spear, Salrith, glowed with a steady crimson-white line, air pulsating around it like the world’s heartbeat. The soldiers closest to the battlefield staggered, their vision veering as the energy turbulence intensified. Even the clouds above shifted, swirling slowly around the kings.
Both kings spoke at once, voices merging, not echoing.
“One blow.”
They moved forward as chaos erupted around them. Nezamon charged like a mighty storm, each step trembling the ground. Siyazim came closer, spear ready not to attack but to block the axe, creating a crimson arc in the rain.
When they struck
TONK.
A single sound.
It was neither thunder nor an explosion; the impact was pure, like a single note played on the strings of creation. For a moment, the universe seemed to forget itself. Red and blue lights burst outward, intertwining into a white spiral, not blinding, but completely absolute.
The shockwave crushed mountains, while rain turned into steam. The armies, already kneeling, were pushed back by the wave. Beneath them, through layers of stone, magma, and ancient ruins, the Pulse responded.
A sound emanated from the planet’s core, a deep, rhythmic boom that was slow and ancient, as if something enormous had begun to breathe again after ages of silence.
The tremor spread outward from the core to the poles, seas, sky, and then to key landmarks: Siyara of Siya’s fort, Nezara of Neza’s towers, Wumyra of Wuma’s Citadel, and finally to the Etherian Ports of Elmyra of Elma.
The shockwave extended all the way up to the sky. The Moons quivered, their light flickering. Sila was in tears. Blena’s glow grew dimmer.
And high between them, unseen yet ever present, the Watcher smiled.
“It begins.”
Aftermath
After a few days, Zena’s world remained silent. The storms had ended, and the skies appeared dull and grey. Not a Luma engine hummed, nor did any currents move the air. In that quiet, beneath the stillness of oceans and mountains, something stirred once again.
Deep within Zena’s core, where glowing molten rock once flickered red, the Pulse was patiently waiting. Silent, confined, yet alive. Then, the hiss emerged, soft and sharp, reminiscent of air escaping between teeth.
A hairline fracture appeared on the Core’s crystalline surface, soon followed by more and then thousands of others. These cracks looked like threads of light spreading outward, resembling a spider web across the planet’s layers. From orbit, they were invisible, but beneath the crust, these luminous veins moved upward, delicate yet alive, extending outward. The first crack originated near the center of the Great Expanse as a narrow, glowing line, indicating the beginning of a spreading rupture.
Moments later, light appeared. Bright, white radiance flowed from the fracture, seamless, silent, and pure. It wasn’t an explosion but a release. The beams of light rose and spun around each other until they created a perfect sphere, like a tiny star floating just above the ground.
Its glow was so bright it erased every shadow, yet the light didn’t burn. The sphere rotated faster and faster, until its shape blurred, and its edges dissolved into rings of light that spun with impossible precision.
The hum produced a deep, resonant sound that once shook kings and kingdoms. Without warning, four tendrils of light suddenly diverged from the sphere.
They stretched outward in four directions, thin beams of light piercing through air, water, stone, and flame. They didn’t cause destruction; they searched.
Each tendril swept across the world, moving so quickly that the eye couldn’t catch it, yet slow enough for the soul to feel. Every living creature trembled without understanding why.
As the tendrils reached the borders of the four kingdoms, their inner glow shifted. The white light now harmonised with the environment. Each tendril began to vibrate with its element’s sound, producing a unified and harmonious melody from Zena’s core.
From a high vantage point, the tendrils spiral downward, arcing like comets heading to their targets. Each streak of colourful light pierces through clouds and storms, vanishing into the cities below, into towers, citadels, and sanctums, searching and seeking, propelled by an unseen force.
The area above Zena was dark, with no lightning or fire trails, only the planet’s faint glow from its twin moons. Suddenly, a subtle shimmer appeared at the edge of the upper atmosphere, neither light nor shadow, but something in between.
It began as a ripple, a distortion resembling heat on glass. From that distortion, the sphere regained its shape. It wasn’t a sun, even though it burned more brightly than one. Nor was it a moon, as it cast no shadow.
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