Zena: The First Awakening
Copyright© 2025 by Man Of Myth
Chapter 7: The Mirror River
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 7: The Mirror River - 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 River
The carvings along the riverbed brightened with every meter they swam. Each one flared, an ember revived after ages of sleep. Stone after stone ignited beneath the surface, a trail of white fire wove ahead, guiding them deeper into the hidden channel. The glow shimmered on their wet skin, flickering like starlight drifting across their bodies.
Near the bank, the brightest carving shone, resembling a perfect falling star: a round front. Its rounded front tapered into a slender, white tail; its cold glow rippled outward like moonlight on water.
Every glowing carving they passed had the same shape. The water shimmered beneath, a low hum flowing through their legs and stomachs, as if the river itself was breathing.
They moved onward as the mist grew denser, each droplet shimmering with a silver-white glow. The waterfall’s roar diminished, its strength yielding to whatever was stirring here, softened by the enchantment.
Ryra leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “What are they pointing at?”
“The path of divergence...” Lyna whispered, her voice filled with awe as her golden eyes widened, taking in every shimmer.
Cael blinked at her. “What?”
Uruses moved closer beside him; his tall, broad figure outlined by the faint glow, and he murmured, “The river splits,” in a steady, deep voice. “A branch heads toward the valley ... and the other runs straight underground.”
Leon looked closely, beneath the surface. His skin tingled.
“That’s ... No. Is there a whole river beneath us? Completely underground? Yeah, I’ll pass.”
A gentle pulse radiated outward, causing the water to shimmer as if it acknowledged him. Then, silence took over. The glow persisted without fading. The hum remained continuous. The air, it seemed, didn’t even breathe.
It simply waited. Then Zyrian moved.
He moved forward with smooth, effortless grace, water parting around him as if acknowledging him first.
“Come on,” he said softly, “let’s find out where our paths truly split.”
“Zyrian. Wait.”
Nira instinctively reached out, her fingers brushing the water where his arm used to be.
“We have to be careful.”
Zyrian didn’t look back.
Cael exhaled sharply, frustration bubbling just below the surface. His gaze shifted to Ryra. She met his gaze, her lips curling into a slight smile, part challenge, part hesitation. Their silent glances always conveyed more intensity than spoken words.
Leon moved closer to Nira, instinctively matching her speed. His shoulder lightly touched hers.
Uruses stayed near the final glowing carving, observing it fade as the current moved them onward. Then he turned to Lyna. Her wet hair clung to her neck and shoulders, with her golden eyes reflecting the glow like molten embers.
He remained silent; words were unnecessary. Lyna offered a slight nod, calm, composed, and confident.
Just ahead, Zyrian rotated in the water, raising both eyebrows in that familiar “well?” look, blending impatience and mischief.
Everyone let out a collective sigh, tired and resigned. Then, as they always did, they followed him.
As they neared the divergence point, the river emitted an ethereal glow. The water under the mist sparkled as if illuminated from within, and the waterfall ahead cascaded light downward in a single, brilliant stream.
It didn’t resemble moonlight; it seemed as if the moon was being pulled down and drained into the Earth. Mist cloaked them, making every breath sharp and silver. At the water’s edge where it dropped, Zyrian halted.
His gaze was fixed on the fall itself, not on the glow or the carvings, but solely on the water.
“Find anything?” Nira asked softly as she and Leon moved closer.
Zyrian remained silent. He merely raised a hand, palm facing outwards.
“Stay there.”
His voice was soft, far-off, and seemed somewhat preoccupied.
Ryra’s tone grew sharper.
“Zyrian...”
But he didn’t turn.
He moved closer to the falling sheet of water, feeling the mist’s sting on his face and chest.
He squinted into it, leaning left, right, and lowering himself to peer past the blinding white, attempting every angle to see what was behind the fall.
The waterfall was extremely dense, almost like a moving wall of water. He stepped closer. A little too close. Mist soaked his hair and coated his lashes. The roar vibrated through his bones, overshadowing all sounds except his heartbeat.
He leaned in closer, eyes narrowing to slits, trying to catch even a glimpse of what the glow showed. The water flickered briefly, opening a tiny seam where the fall pressed against a jagged rock, a thin crack in the curtain.
Zyrian gazed through that narrow opening and saw darkness. It was not a rocky surface but an empty hollow. His breath caught as he suddenly realised the truth.
The waterfall wasn’t hitting anything; it wasn’t flowing into a pool. Instead, it moved in two directions.
He moved closer instinctively, too close. Crack. The smooth stone under his foot betrayed him. His leg moved forward, passing through the waterfall, not into stone, but into the open air.
“Zyrian!”
All six voices echo through the cavern simultaneously. They lunged at him, panic slicing through the air like thick mist.
But Zyrian reacted immediately, slamming his hand onto a jagged rock protruding from the cliff. His fingers scraped the wet stone until he secured a hold.
“I’m fine!” he shouted, though the strain made his voice tense. He raised one hand again without glancing back.
“Stay there!”
Zyrian took a deep breath, clutched the jagged stone more firmly, and carefully adjusted his footing as leverage. He slowly backed away from the fall, carefully manoeuvring back onto solid ground.
He said, ‘There’s definitely a way on the other side,” as his breath started to steady.
“Really?” Lyna said as she moved beside him, the mist swirling around her shoulders like silver. “The river seems to glow from within.”
The others moved closer, not jostling him but naturally lining up on his sides. The glow of the water illuminated their faces with a soft, pale light.
“Yes,” Zyrian said, this time with a soft, apparent excitement in his voice. “It’s definitely glowing. Look for yourself, don’t get too close.”
They all leaned in, stared intently, and a heavy silence followed.
Leon hesitated briefly. “Damn, there is a way!”
“Yes...” Nira breathed, smiling with awe. “I see it too.”
Mist from the waterfall drifted in thin, cold sheets over them, sticking to skin and hair. The river’s glow pulsed softly beneath their feet, steady and alive.
The thunder of the plunge roared through the narrow gorge, a relentless, resounding crash. It seemed less like water and more like a creature breathing behind the rocks.
“So ... what now?” Uruses asked, gazing at the waterfall. The changing light cast faint lines across his cheekbones.
“Now we find a way,” Zyrian said, still gazing into the glowing hollow.
“A way to what?” Cael asked as he moved to his side.
“To go the other side, of course.”
Zyrian spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, as if heading into a hidden river was just an ordinary evening activity.
Nira frowned and subtly moved closer to Leon. “We don’t know how to do that ... or what’s even down there.”
“And even if we manage to get in,” Ryra said, water droplets clinging to her lashes, “we have no clue how to get out.”
“And if we’re not back by morning,” Lyna said quietly, “with the new instructor waiting, all hell is going to break loose”.
That realisation hit harder than the cold. The river softly hummed below them, deep and resonant, as if it were listening.
Zyrian remained there, his eyes fixed on the glowing plunge with almost unnatural concentration. “You’re right,” he finally said. “But we can’t leave it like this.”
He straightened up, sweeping a glance over each of them, a slow grin spreading across his face.
“Even if we return now ... what about tomorrow? Or the day after? You all know me.”
He pointed at them one by one. “And I know all of you”.
“You can’t just walk away from a mystery,” he said. “None of us can. And it’s not like we’ll get a whole week to investigate it later, is it?”
The logic settled over all of them like a stone. A heavy silence ensued, reluctant, yet genuine and resigned.
“So...” Cael exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “How are we going to do this, then?”
Zyrian didn’t answer.
He leaned forward once more, his eyes narrowing as the blinding sheet of water and spray drenched his face, while the air subtly thickened around him.
“Let me think,” he murmured.
The river shimmered once more beneath him, brighter than before, as if it were responding or waiting.
The waterfall’s roar echoed through the gorge, a relentless wall of sound that drowned their breath and vibrated through their bones. Mist clung coldly to their faces and hair. Below, the glowing river pulsed steadily, resembling a heartbeat in anticipation of its next breath.
Zyrian kept his eyes fixed on the deep gorge, unblinking, as he raised his hands.
The air surrounding him grew tense. His jaw clenched, muscles tightening in his neck.
“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” Lyna asked.
Her voice was faint, wavering between disbelief and resigned horror. Zyrian remained silent, with his fingers curling downward.
The river underneath them churned, violently rippling against its current. Water surged upward, resisting him and refusing to depart from its ancient path.
Zyrian’s teeth grit harder.
“A little help,” he muttered, glancing sideways at Lyna without losing his concentration.
She exhaled sharply, moved forward, lifted her hands, and infused her will into the flow.
The river bucked beneath their combined force.
“Great,” Leon said, crossing his arms as if that might conceal the tension in his shoulders. “Now we’re trying to divert an entire river.”
Ryra tilted her head back with a groan. “Just when I thought we were finished with stupid tasks...”,
Nonetheless, she stepped beside Lyna with palms raised, energy streaming from her fingertips.
One by one, the others gathered. A united force. Seven cores humming beneath the glow. Seven wills are pushing against the force of the waterfall.
The water surged and split apart, holding briefly for a trembling second before crashing back together, instantly hammering the gap shut.
It was like attempting to move a mountain.
Uruses grunted, voice rough with effort. “The water continues to fill. We need a different solution.”
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