Zena: The First Awakening
Copyright© 2025 by Man Of Myth
Chapter 6: The Heirs
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 6: The Heirs - 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
The Academy
“The lesson’s not over,” the man said softly.
The words lingered in the air long after he’d spoken them. No one moved. No one dared to breathe.
And gradually, one after another, the trainees started to leave the hall. The sound of their boots disappeared into silence as the large doors shut behind them.
“Miss Elira,” Merck said, his tone clipped but polite. “Please wait outside.”
She hesitated for a moment before saying, “Yes, sir.” The doors opened and closed quietly again, finally.
The instructors exhaled almost together, finally relaxing after the briefing. Merck sat down first, Tael followed with a tired grunt, and even Kriya, usually so composed, leaned back slightly in her chair.
“You think they’re ready?” Kriya asked after a moment, her voice softer now. She looked pointedly at Pashmin, who sat with his unreadable calm.
He held her gaze steadily. “Do you still doubt after seeing everything?” he asked. “Maybe not all of them,” he added, “but some of them ... yes,” he said, without elaborating.
“Hope they survive you again, especially Squad Three,” Tael said, his tone light.
Pashmin’s lips curled into a mix of a smirk and a sigh. “So, the heirs are giving you trouble. How are they faring?”
Merck leaned back slightly, thoughtful. “Miss Ryra, always reason before instinct. Just like her father, King Winsais Wumran. Calm even in the heat of chaos.”
“And Miss Nira,” Kriya added, “a shadow to Ryra, but one that’s sharp. Like her father, Unajar, is quiet but constantly aware.
Tael chuckled softly. “Mr Cael and Mr Leon are truly Nezamon and Rhaen’s sons at heart. One is strategic and fierce, while the other is fiery and impulsive. Their movements reflect these differences; although they never learned to fight alike, they somehow work well together.”
“Uruses Siyazim and Lyna Elmana,” Merck continued, “are the stabilisers, the ones who hold everything together. You can sense the balance when they step in.”
A faint silence lingered, then Pashmin’s tone softened. “And Zyrian Verynor...”
Merck’s gaze flicked at the name. “Reckless,” he acknowledged softly. “But essential. He is the chaos that creates their unity, the central force that holds them together, whether they are aware of it or not.”
Tael exhaled, both amused and admiring. “Very much like his father, with the same urge to defy order to highlight the importance of order and unity.”
Kriya smiled gently. “That’s what makes Squad Three so unpredictable and crucial, gentlemen.”
“Speaking of the reckless one, where was the feed showing that specific action?” Pashmin asked.
Merck chuckled and said, “Why do you think I asked Elira to wait outside? She thinks we weren’t aware of it.”
“She removed it?” Pashmin Asked, Merck nodded.
“Why?” Pashmin wondered.
Before Merck could respond, Kriya spoke with a dry, almost teasing tone. “Well, Zyrian’s wit, charm, and recklessness not only affect young girls and Instructors like you,” she said with a knowing smile and amusement.
Pashmin blinked, surprised. Tael let out a short, surprised laugh.
Kriya smirked softly, crossing her arms. “Don’t worry. Her mind’s in the right place ... maybe not her heart. She’s smitten.”
Merck let out a quiet, knowing sigh, while even Tael’s grin faded into thought. Pashmin looked at the closed doors, then turned back to the others.
“Well,” he said finally, his voice softening. “She’s not the only one keeping a close eye on that boy.”
As everyone left the hall, each squad went their separate ways. Squad Three moved along the corridor, the faint sound of boots echoing beneath the tall arches. No one said a word; everyone was deep in thought.
“Well, one thing’s clear,” Cael finally said, breaking the silence. “Starting tomorrow, we’ll be forever bruised and exhausted.”
Everyone looked at him, but no one responded.
“Come on,” Zyrian said, with a nearly cheerful tone, “there’ll at least be some excitement in training starting tomorrow.”
A collective groan responded to him; even Uruses joined in.
“Anyway,” Zyrian went on, disregarding their reaction, “everyone, get some rest.” He looked around and lowered his voice. “Tonight ... we’re heading there.”
Initially, they looked at him confused, then their eyes gradually lit up with understanding. They nodded subtly, glancing around to make sure no one was overhearing.
“Going where?”
The new voice echoed through the corridor. Everyone jumped, spinning toward the source.
Elira stood a few steps away, arms crossed, eyebrows raised, with the faintest smirk curling her lips.
Zyrian’s face lit up immediately. “Elira!” he exclaimed, sounding overly cheerful. “Just heading to training early in the morning because there’s a new instructor. We certainly wouldn’t want to be late.”
He grinned widely as she approached, her face calm but skeptical.
“Oh?” she asked, with a playful yet sharp tone. “That’s funny. You said that as if you’re planning something tonight.
Zyrian blinked innocently. “Did I?”
Leon muttered, “Yes, very clearly,” but Ryra elbowed him before he could say more.
Elira stopped in front of Zyrian, close enough that the light caught the faint dust still on his collar. “You really don’t know when to stop testing boundaries, do you?” she said quietly, eyes holding his for a moment longer than necessary.
Zyrian’s grin eased, and his voice slowed. “Only that is worth testing.”
Her smirk returned, smaller but genuine. “Then I suppose I should make sure you survive them.”
And with that, she turned and walked past, her steps fading.
Zyrian hesitated a moment longer, observing Elira as she turned the corner. His smile faded, replaced by a more subdued expression.
Then he went back to the group, the familiar spark shining again. he said, “Tonight.”
Everyone nodded and went to their respective wings and settled into their rooms. Zyrian took a shower, then collapsed onto his bed, closed his eyes, and almost immediately drifted off to sleep.
Suddenly, Zyrian opened his eyes and looked around, thinking, “I swear I heard a voice,” as he scanned the dimly lit room.
The wall clock indicated it was seven in the evening. He sighed, stood up, and headed back to the shower.
As cold water flowed over him, his mind wandered to the river, the carvings, and the voice. The memory gave him a faint thrill. Perhaps there’s more to uncover.
After showering, he put on a loose T-shirt and comfortable shorts before stepping into the corridor. The remaining rooms were still locked, and it was obvious that everyone was asleep.
He hesitated briefly, then headed toward the cafeteria. Maybe I’ll get food for them, too. We can save some time later, he thought.
Inside the cafeteria, the lights remained dim as the night staff worked between counters. After finishing his meal, Zyrian picked up a tray and began stacking various foods onto plates: meat, fruits, and vegetables, until six plates were piled high.
“Are you planning to eat the entire cafeteria?”
The voice caused him to turn.
Elira stood a few steps away; her lips curved in a faint smile. She wasn’t wearing her instructor’s uniform; her silver hair draped gently down her back, and her blue eyes reflected the warm light. A sleeveless top exposed her midriff, paired with knee-length shorts that showed the smooth lines of her arms and calves.
For a moment, Zyrian looked, surprised and caught off guard by how different she appeared.
“Are you going to keep staring, or answer me?” she asked, amusement in her voice.
He blinked, snapped out of it, and quickly glanced back at the food. “Hmm? No, I’m just getting food for my friends. They’re tired, you know,” he said, trying to sound casual and convincing.
“I see,” she said, stepping slightly closer. “Can I help?”
“No, no, you eat,” he said quickly, carefully stacking the six plates against one arm. “I’ll handle it.”
On the way, he said, “You look good.”
Elira watched him with a knowing smile playing on her lips.
Soon after, everyone assembled in Zyrian’s room, fully awake, cleaned, and prepared. The earlier tiredness had faded, making way for the calm alertness that typically signals preparation for one of their plans.
The room was dark, with curtains slightly opened, and only a soft blue moonlight seeped through the gaps.
Zyrian stood by the small table with crossed arms, waiting for everyone to settle. Uruses leaned silently against the wall beside him. Ryra and Cael sat across from each other on the bed, while Lyna rested on the chair. Nira stood near the window with a calm yet expectant expression, and Leon sat on the floor nearby.
Cael asked casually between bites, “So, what’s the plan?”
“Plan? What plan?” Zyrian asked, genuinely confused.
Cael stared at him, unimpressed.
“Well, no plan then. As usual,” Ryra said dryly, taking a piece of fruit from Cael’s plate.
“So, we just slip out?” Uruses asked, not really a question.
Zyrian nodded, prompting the entire group to groan together.
Leon said, with a grin, “Let’s do this then,” and stood up.
Everyone followed as the quiet energy in the room shifted from conversation to a state of readiness.
“Nira, you’re the scout,” Zyrian said.
Nira nodded once, brief and professional. She approached the door, slightly opened it to glance down the corridor, then looked back and gave a single nod.
Silently, she stepped into the dim hall, moving precisely and quietly.
One by one, the others followed.
The corridor outside was bathed in a pale blue light from the moon filtering through tall glass panes. They moved through the courtyard, passing the silent fountain and entering the narrow path that led toward the outer grounds.
As they approached the academy gate, Nira paused again and indicated the faint shimmer of the protective barrier, a soft field of pale energy vibrating across the entrance.
Zyrian glanced at the field for a moment before kneeling, running his finger along a faint pattern in the dirt. A gentle pulse of energy responded, flickering as if acknowledging him.
Ryra’s eyes widened. “How did you...”
Zyrian smirked. “Turns out, being reckless sometimes means you learn a few useful mistakes.”
The shimmer in the air disappeared briefly, just for a moment.
“Go,” he whispered.
One by one, they slipped through the gap into the open night beyond.
The River
The forest stretched ahead, quiet and silver under the moon, with the faint hum of unseen energy still lingering in the air.
Cael looked back once, noting the barrier flicker into position behind them. “Well,” he said quietly, “there’s no turning back now.”
“Wouldn’t want to anyway,” Zyrian replied.
And together, they disappeared into the trees. When they reached the ridge, they searched for the carving, but it had vanished. Not a single trace was left.
“Is this the right place?” Zyrian asked doubtfully.
“Yes, this is it,” Nira said. “See here, this is the mark Uruses left.” She indicated a shallow cut on the tree close to the riverbank.
Everyone gathered around it, but the stone surface where the carving was had become smooth and untouched.
Uruses whispered, “How can it disappear suddenly?”
“I don’t know,” Lyna said softly. “It means it wasn’t random. It showed itself to us, and now it’s ... hiding.”
Ryra said, “Then there’s nothing we can do.”
Zyrian exhaled and sat on the riverbank, where the current whispered around the rocks. The others followed, and the moonlight made their reflections shimmer and shift like silver.
“At least we can enjoy the view,” Nira said, attempting to sound more cheerful.
They all nodded; the river’s glow faintly shimmered in the silence.
Cael asked, “Why aren’t our personal cams and the forest cams working here?”
“That’s what gives this place its character,” Uruses replied softly. “It prefers to stay hidden, yet somehow, it chose us to notice it just once.”
Lyna reclined on the grass with her hands behind her head, looking up at the sky. The moonlight reflected in her hair, emphasising her profile. Uruses’s eyes stayed on her for a moment, drawn by her beauty and the peaceful aura she emitted, as if the night itself embraced her.
Silence settled over them again, the kind that came only after too much thinking.
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