City of Witches 68

Chapter 68 – #16_Twin Donburi (3)

#67
1.
A classic interior.
From the sofa covered in a rug, a languid moan trickled out.

-Squeak! Squeak! Sluuurp!
“Haa…ah…uh…hng…”
“Heeu…hoo…ooo…”

With fingers moving back and forth in a rhythm as precise as a metronome, the twins took turns singing in suggestive voices.
They no longer teased each other or spoke to Siwoo.
As if savoring every last drop of the pleasure given, they simply buried their heads in the sofa back, their hips trembling.

Odile, covering her mouth.
Odette, biting the rug covering the sofa.
The thin seals, too flimsy to be called panties, wriggled.
Behind that paper, salmon-pink membranes would be throbbing, ready to constrict his cock.

“Euh…heu…eung…”

Even twins didn’t feel pleasure at the exact same time.
The moment they clenched his fingers was different, so the stimulation came to each finger alternately.

“I’ll go a little faster.”

Actually, he’d been waiting for the twins to open their mouths while stimulating them slowly, but at this rate, it seemed like it would take a long time for the duet Siwoo was hoping for.

“I, I’m okay…hiyang…!”
“Me too, I’m okay…heeut…!”

Siwoo, not waiting for an answer, quickly picked up the tempo.
Ignoring the resistance of the membranes that tried to cling on whether he was inserting or withdrawing, he wriggled his fingers about three times faster.
Still, perhaps his fingers had loosened them up enough as they moved back and forth, because the pressure was less than before.

“Isn’t…isn’t that too…too fast…?”
“Oot…oot…oooot…oot…!”
“It seems like you’re both holding up well.”

Odile, asking in a trembling voice, full of excitement, and Odette, pitifully covering her mouth and shivering her shoulder blades, were both incredibly cute.
Especially Odette, whose fair back had convulsed several times.
It was Odile whose chest was sensitive, but was Odette’s back hole more sensitive?

A secret that no one else knew about the twins.
Every time Siwoo obtained such embarrassing and lewd information, he felt an overwhelming sense of emotion.
Should I just settle down and live here? He even thought that.

-Slap! Slap! Slap!

“J-Joosoo-nim, just a moment! Just a moment…could you let us rest…?”

Amidst the vulgar sounds of oil, membranes, and skin sticking together, Odette’s innocent plea quietly penetrated.
Odette, suppressing her moans to the limit, her face flushed with shyness and embarrassment.

“Y-yeah…heeuk…Joosoo-nim, your arm must hurt too…haang…”

Odile also glanced over her shoulder, supporting her younger sister.
Stop the caresses with this kind of reaction?
No way.
In the first place, the fact that the twins were making this kind of request meant that they were slowly reaching their limit.

“Then I’ll do it just a little more.”

Then, of course, he had to speed up.
Siwoo moved his arm with all his might.
It was a swift movement, as if he had opened half the gates of the Eight Inner Gates.

“W-wait! Wait! Wait…! Didn’t you hear us…?”
“Hieu…pyuu…hoo…”

Siwoo’s fingering, desperately trying to turn the twins’ lively butts inside out, made the twins’ hips clench together like soft rice cakes.
The tightening became stronger, and the intermittent twitching occurred even more frequently, but his fingers were already inside.
No matter how hard they tried to block it, they couldn’t push out the fingers that had already entered.
In the end, they had no choice but to lower their waists and be pounded by the torrent of pleasure.

“Haa…haang…Joosoo-nim…heut…”

Odile, trying to say something but unable to hold back her moans any longer, bit her lip.

“Ahang! I like it…behind…hooong…fingers behind…! It feels good…!”

Odette, as if a switch had been flipped, actively appealed to her pleasure and acted cute.
With Siwoo’s final sprint, feeling that the summit wasn’t far off, the twins’ waists began to thrash at the same time.

“Hieu…heeut…hang…aaang…♡”
“Something weird…something weird is coming…♡”

The twins’ rabbit-like butts stiffened for a moment.
Their waists, which had been turning this way and that as if trying to escape Siwoo’s fingers, were pulled back like a bow, drawing a graceful curve.

“Hiyayang…♡”
“Haeung…♡”

The heavenly duet that burst out at the same time.
The lewd voices, which were unimaginable coming from Odile and Odette’s usual bold voices, rang out in unison, pleasing Siwoo’s ears.

“Ouch…”

He had inserted his fingers all the way in at the peak, and it felt like the middle of his finger was being cut off.
The twins kept twitching their butts, holding onto Siwoo’s fingers until the very end.

“Hoo…hoo…”
“Heueueueue…”

Watching the twins wriggle their pelvises, savoring the afterglow of pleasure, Siwoo pulled out his fingers with satisfaction.

2.
After the three of them had enjoyed the concert together, Odile and Odette, for some reason, started to feel self-conscious of Siwoo, and they sat down, crouching diagonally to minimize the exposure of their naked bodies.
They had already shown him their backs, so he wondered if such actions had any meaning.

“Um, anyway, Joosoo-nim…now you’re going to put it in, right?”

But if they were going to stop here, the twins wouldn’t have even started.
Odile, fanning her still-flushed face, quietly called out to Siwoo.
The long-awaited time to taste the twin donburi had begun.
Siwoo threw off his clothes.

“Oh…”
“Wow…”
“It looks like the biggest one I’ve ever seen?”

The twins, having just taken off their clothes, covered their mouths, feigning innocence as they looked at the stiff object standing erect, as if ready to burst with fury. Perhaps they were suddenly worried about whether that thing would actually fit inside.

“Is it Odile’s turn first, as planned?”
“Was it? Oh, right, it was, wasn’t it?”

Odile’s reaction was exactly as Siwoo had expected.
Pretending not to know, pretending not to care much, pretending it was no big deal.

Unlike Odette, who didn’t discriminate much once her switch was flipped, Odile was concerned about her image until the very end.
For example, even now, she had insisted on going first like a child, but was now acting as if she had completely forgotten about it.
She might think it looked natural, but to Siwoo, a third party and much older than Odile, it was nothing short of awkward.

“Hmm… Actually, who goes first isn’t that important… But there was such a promise, and more importantly, if my assistant says they want to try it with me first, I don’t see why I should refuse the offer without considering my assistant’s circumstances, I guess you could say.”

It was a very roundabout, long speech, but it took less than 10 seconds to say it all.
Then, Odile crossed her arms and quickly turned her gaze away.
Her reaction was so cartoonish that it made Siwoo wonder if she was actually acting out a clumsy and embarrassed persona.

“I already went first once! I’ll yield the second time to my sister.”
“Be quiet, Odette.”

Odette, seizing the opportunity to subtly brag again, stuck her tongue out at Odile after being told off.

“Anyway, it seems like it’s my turn first.”
“Then, would you lie down?”
“Okay. Huh? Lie down?”

Odile, who had instinctively stuck out her rear and turned around, tilted her head at Siwoo’s suggestion.
But Siwoo had a plan of his own.

Looking back, he had always done doggy style whenever he had enjoyed playtime with the twins.
Of course, watching the twins’ backs flutter like the wings of a fledgling bird wasn’t a bad thing, but…
This time, since they had taken off their tops, he wanted to do it while watching Odile’s face and her breasts swaying modestly up and down as his cock was thrust into her ass.
It was impossible to see her expression during doggy style unless there was a mirror in front.

“Um… There’s no reason why not, but how do I do it?”

Odile still seemed clueless.
But when Siwoo personally guided her body onto the sofa, she reacted.
She blinked in disbelief, examining the position she had taken.

“Does it have to be this position…?”

It was quite different from the missionary position on the bed.
Above all, the back hole was lower than the front hole, so to enjoy anal sex in the missionary position, it was inevitable to raise the lower body higher and spread the legs wide.
Therefore, the position Odile had taken was closer to a flexed position, often called the breeding press position.

The flexed position on the sofa itself was quite difficult for stiff people, but Odile’s body was quite flexible, so she easily followed Siwoo’s instructions.

The problem was that Odile herself found this position too blatant and vulgar.
Wouldn’t the prostitutes of the Bellona brothel receive men in this position?

First, she rested her neck on the lower part of the sofa back.
Then, she pulled her legs, spread wide in a V-shape, towards her chest.
So much so that her ankles were almost at her ears.
Thanks to that, her wet pussy, covered by her labia, was facing the sky, and her back hole was naturally exposed, no longer protected by her buttocks.

“….This is a bit…”
“Are you embarrassed?”

“Somehow… it’s humiliating.”

It felt like he was examining the most shameful part of a woman’s body.
Actually, the way Siwoo was looking at it was similar.
The details of Odile’s bidet were clearly visible, on a completely different level than just glancing at it.
If I had a smartphone, I would have taken a picture and used it as my wallpaper.

“There’s no need for that. It’s very pretty.”

I thought those kinds of lines were only for drama male leads.
Saying such cheesy words, I slowly approached Odile.

“Is this pretty? It looks like a toilet. Look at this. The leg shape is like a toilet seat…”
“Odette! You just wait…”
“But it really does look like that?”

This time, I glared at Odette with a rather sincere intensity, but Odette just grinned and continued to act playfully.

“It’s because you’re being mischievous, Odette. You’re not weird at all, Odile.”
“R-really…?”
“Of course.”

How could you be weird? There’s not even enough time to be turned on…

To prevent Odile from getting shy and changing her posture, which would waste time, Siwoo moved close to her, cutting off her worries at the source.

Odile cleared her throat once and barely managed to open her mouth.

“Now… you’re going to… insert it… right?”

The sound of the rain was deafening.

The rain, which had been falling since dawn, showed no signs of stopping. It was as if the sky had burst, pouring down a relentless torrent. The world outside the window was a blurry mess, the trees and buildings obscured by the thick curtain of water.

I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the manuscript in front of me. The words seemed to swim on the page, refusing to form coherent sentences. My mind was a jumbled mess, much like the weather outside.

It had been three months since I started working on this novel. Three months of sleepless nights, endless cups of coffee, and a growing sense of frustration. The story, which had seemed so clear in my head, now felt like a tangled ball of yarn.

I sighed, running a hand through my already messy hair. The rain continued to pound against the window, each drop a reminder of my own inadequacy. I was supposed to be a writer, a storyteller, but right now, I felt like nothing more than a fraud.

The phone rang, breaking the silence of the room. I hesitated for a moment before picking it up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me,” a familiar voice said on the other end. It was my best friend, Jihoon.

“Hey,” I replied, trying to sound more cheerful than I felt.

“How’s the writing going?” he asked, his voice full of genuine curiosity.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to answer. “It’s… going,” I finally said, choosing my words carefully.

“That doesn’t sound too good,” Jihoon chuckled. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I just feel stuck. The words won’t come, and the story feels like it’s falling apart.”

“Maybe you need a break,” Jihoon suggested. “Why don’t you come over? We can grab some food and watch a movie.”

I considered his offer for a moment. A break did sound appealing, but I also knew that I couldn’t afford to waste any more time. The deadline for the manuscript was fast approaching, and I was nowhere near finished.

“I don’t know, Jihoon,” I said. “I really need to focus.”

“Come on,” he insisted. “A few hours won’t hurt. Besides, you’ve been cooped up in that room for days. You need to get out.”

He had a point. I had been neglecting myself, focusing solely on the novel. Maybe a break was exactly what I needed.

“Okay,” I finally agreed. “I’ll come over.”

“Great!” Jihoon exclaimed. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

I hung up the phone, feeling a small sense of relief. Maybe a change of scenery would help clear my head. I stood up from my desk, stretching my stiff muscles. The rain was still falling, but somehow, it didn’t seem quite as oppressive as before.

I grabbed my jacket and headed out the door, ready for a much-needed break.

Siwoo, holding his dick, smoothly applied the oil.

The old woman’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each line a testament to the years she had lived. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief as she looked at me.

“So, you’re the one they’re calling the ‘genius’?” she cackled, her voice raspy like dry leaves crunching underfoot. “Well, let’s see if you’re as smart as they say.”

I bowed my head slightly, a gesture of respect, though I couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed. I was here to solve a problem, not to be interrogated by some old woman. But I knew better than to show my irritation.

“I will do my best,” I replied, my voice calm and even.

“Best isn’t good enough,” she retorted, her eyes narrowing. “I want results. And I want them now.”

I sighed inwardly. This was going to be more difficult than I had anticipated.

“What is the problem?” I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral.

“The problem?” she repeated, her lips curling into a sly smile. “The problem is that you’re not as smart as you think you are.”

I clenched my fists, trying to control my temper. This woman was deliberately trying to provoke me. But I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

“I am here to help,” I said, my voice still calm. “If you would tell me the problem, I can begin to work on a solution.”

She chuckled again, a dry, rattling sound. “Alright, alright. Don’t get your knickers in a twist. The problem is… the well. It’s gone dry.”

I blinked. A dry well? That was it? I had expected something far more complex, something that would truly test my abilities.

“And you need me to fix it?” I asked, trying to hide my disappointment.

“Not just fix it,” she said, her eyes gleaming. “I need you to make it better than it ever was. I want water that flows like a river, water that never runs dry.”

I stared at her, trying to understand her request. It was more than just fixing a well; it was about creating something extraordinary. And that, I realized, was a challenge worthy of my abilities.

“I understand,” I said, a small smile playing on my lips. “I will do my best.”

“Best isn’t good enough,” she repeated, but this time, there was a hint of amusement in her voice. “I expect genius.”

I nodded, my mind already racing with possibilities. This wasn’t just about fixing a well; it was about proving myself. And I wouldn’t disappoint.

“Yes, I’ll put it in.”
“Um… at first, slowly, okay? Ugh… hnnng…!”

Even though the position changed, the tightness remained the same.
Even though he was pushing in very slowly and Odile was helping the insertion by relaxing her own strength, it wouldn’t go in easily.

Odile’s brows were deeply furrowed, and her forehead was creased.

It seems that all I can feel right now is pain.

The wind was blowing.

The wind was blowing hard.

The wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off.

I was walking down the street, and the wind was blowing.

I was walking down the street, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off.

I was walking down the street, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off, and I was thinking about her.

I was thinking about her, and the wind was blowing.

I was thinking about her, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off.

I was thinking about her, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off, and I was wondering if she was thinking about me.

I was wondering if she was thinking about me, and the wind was blowing.

I was wondering if she was thinking about me, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off.

I was wondering if she was thinking about me, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off, and I was hoping that she was.

I was hoping that she was, and the wind was blowing.

I was hoping that she was, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off.

I was hoping that she was, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off, and I was starting to feel a little bit sad.

I was starting to feel a little bit sad, and the wind was blowing.

I was starting to feel a little bit sad, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off.

I was starting to feel a little bit sad, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off, and I was starting to wonder if I would ever see her again.

I was starting to wonder if I would ever see her again, and the wind was blowing.

I was starting to wonder if I would ever see her again, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off.

I was starting to wonder if I would ever see her again, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off, and I was starting to feel a little bit scared.

I was starting to feel a little bit scared, and the wind was blowing.

I was starting to feel a little bit scared, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off.

I was starting to feel a little bit scared, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off, and I was starting to wish that I was home.

I was starting to wish that I was home, and the wind was blowing.

I was starting to wish that I was home, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off.

I was starting to wish that I was home, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off, and I was starting to think about my bed.

I was starting to think about my bed, and the wind was blowing.

I was starting to think about my bed, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off.

I was starting to think about my bed, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off, and I was starting to think about how warm it would be.

I was starting to think about how warm it would be, and the wind was blowing.

I was starting to think about how warm it would be, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off.

I was starting to think about how warm it would be, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off, and I was starting to walk a little bit faster.

I was starting to walk a little bit faster, and the wind was blowing.

I was starting to walk a little bit faster, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off.

I was starting to walk a little bit faster, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off, and I was starting to see my house in the distance.

I was starting to see my house in the distance, and the wind was blowing.

I was starting to see my house in the distance, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off.

I was starting to see my house in the distance, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off, and I was starting to feel a little bit better.

I was starting to feel a little bit better, and the wind was blowing.

I was starting to feel a little bit better, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off.

I was starting to feel a little bit better, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off, and I was starting to think about how good it would feel to be inside.

I was starting to think about how good it would feel to be inside, and the wind was blowing.

I was starting to think about how good it would feel to be inside, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off.

I was starting to think about how good it would feel to be inside, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off, and I was starting to run.

I was starting to run, and the wind was blowing.

I was starting to run, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off.

I was starting to run, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off, and I was almost home.

I was almost home, and the wind was blowing.

I was almost home, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off.

I was almost home, and the wind was blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off, and I was finally there.

I was finally there, and the wind was still blowing.

I was finally there, and the wind was still blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off.

I was finally there, and the wind was still blowing so hard that it felt like it would tear my skin off, but I was inside now.

The old woman’s face, wrinkled like a dried persimmon, was a map of a life lived. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief. She chuckled, a sound like dry leaves rustling in the wind. “You think you’re so smart, huh? Always with your nose in those books.”

I didn’t answer, just kept flipping through the pages of the worn novel. The afternoon sun, slanting through the window, warmed my back. It was a perfect day for reading, and I wasn’t about to let her teasing interrupt me.

“You’ll ruin your eyes, staring at those tiny letters all day,” she continued, her voice laced with a familiar concern. “Why don’t you go outside and get some fresh air? Maybe meet some nice young people?”

I sighed, finally looking up from my book. “Grandma, I’m perfectly happy here. And I’m not interested in meeting ‘nice young people.’”

She clicked her tongue, shaking her head. “Such a stubborn child. You’re going to end up alone, you know.”

“Maybe I want to be alone,” I muttered, returning to my book.

She didn’t say anything for a while, and I thought she’d finally given up. But then, she spoke again, her voice softer this time. “You know, your mother used to love reading too.”

I froze, my fingers still on the page. I hadn’t heard her mention my mother in years. It was like a forbidden topic, a wound that never quite healed.

“She had a whole collection of books,” Grandma continued, her voice tinged with a sadness I rarely heard. “She used to read them to you when you were little. Do you remember?”

I didn’t answer, my throat suddenly tight. I remembered the sound of my mother’s voice, the way she would act out the characters in the stories. It was a memory that was both sweet and painful.

“She would have been proud of you,” Grandma said, her voice barely a whisper. “She would have been proud of the person you’ve become.”

I closed my book, the words blurring in front of my eyes. I looked at Grandma, her face now etched with a quiet sorrow. For the first time, I saw not just an old woman, but a person who had loved and lost, just like me.

“I miss her too, Grandma,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled, a small, sad smile. “I know, dear. I know.”

We sat in silence for a while, the only sound the gentle ticking of the clock on the wall. It was a silence that was both comforting and heartbreaking. A silence that spoke of shared memories and unspoken grief.

And in that silence, I felt a connection to my grandmother, a connection that went deeper than words. A connection that was forged in the shared love for a woman we had both lost.

Odile, who I’d always seen as just my immature younger sister, looked a little different now.

“Ah… uh… ugh…!”

The saying that the source of primal pleasure is ultimately connected to sin came to mind.

It was because I was overwhelmed with such a great sense of depravity and conquest at the sight of her grimacing as if in pain, yet steadfastly holding her legs and maintaining her position for Siwoo.

The fresh scent rising from her huddled body.
Pheromones that entice a male.
Eyes and mouth widening more and more each time I thrust my cock deeper.
If Odile isn’t a female, then what should she be called?

“Aaaargh!”

The first day of school was always a bit of a mess.

I was no exception. I woke up late, barely managed to shove a piece of toast in my mouth, and then rushed out the door. The school was only a ten-minute walk away, but I was so flustered that I ended up taking a wrong turn.

“Ugh, seriously?” I muttered to myself, checking my phone for directions.

I finally arrived at the school gates, panting and sweating. The bell had already rung, and the hallways were eerily quiet. I quickly found the office and got my class assignment.

“Class 1-A… where is that?” I mumbled, looking at the map.

After wandering around for a few minutes, I finally found the classroom. I took a deep breath and slid the door open.

Everyone turned to look at me. I could feel my face turning red.

“Ah, you must be the new student,” the teacher said, smiling kindly. “Please, introduce yourself.”

I swallowed hard and stepped forward. “H-hello, my name is… Kim Hana. It’s nice to meet you.”

A few students giggled, and I wanted to disappear. The teacher gestured to an empty desk in the back. I quickly made my way over and sat down, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.

The class started, but I couldn’t focus. I was too busy trying to calm my racing heart. I glanced around the room, taking in my new classmates. There was a girl with bright pink hair, a boy with a serious expression, and a group of friends laughing in the corner.

I wondered if I would ever fit in.

The day went by in a blur. I stumbled through the classes, barely understanding anything. Lunch was even worse. I sat alone at a table, picking at my food. I felt like everyone was staring at me.

After school, I walked home slowly, feeling defeated. I couldn’t help but think that maybe I wasn’t cut out for this new school.

When I got home, I collapsed on my bed. I closed my eyes, trying to forget the day.

“Hana, are you okay?” my mom asked, poking her head into my room.

I sighed. “It was… not great.”

My mom sat down next to me and put her arm around me. “It’s okay, honey. The first day is always hard. You’ll get used to it.”

I wanted to believe her, but I wasn’t so sure.

“I just… I don’t know anyone,” I said, my voice cracking.

“You will,” my mom said, squeezing my shoulder. “Just give it time. And don’t be afraid to be yourself.”

I nodded, trying to smile. Maybe she was right. Maybe things would get better.

But as I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of a long and difficult journey.

I was born in a small, rural village.

The village was so small that it didn’t even have a proper name. It was just called “that village over there” by the people in the neighboring towns. The village was nestled deep in the mountains, so deep that the sun barely peeked through the trees, and the air was always damp and cool.

The houses in the village were all old and dilapidated, with moss growing on the roofs and cracks running through the walls. The villagers were mostly old people, and there were very few young people. Most of the young people had left the village to find work in the cities.

I grew up in this village, surrounded by the old people and the old houses. I didn’t have any friends my age, so I spent most of my time alone, wandering through the mountains and forests. I loved the mountains and forests. They were my playground, my sanctuary, and my home.

I knew every tree, every rock, every stream in the mountains. I knew the names of all the birds and animals that lived there. I knew the secrets of the mountains, the stories they whispered in the wind.

One day, while I was wandering through the mountains, I found a small cave. The cave was hidden behind a waterfall, and I had never seen it before. I was curious, so I went inside.

The cave was dark and damp, and the air was thick with the smell of earth and stone. I walked deeper into the cave, and soon I came to a large chamber. In the center of the chamber was a stone altar, and on the altar was a small, wooden box.

I was drawn to the box, and I reached out and picked it up. The box was light, and it felt warm to the touch. I opened the box, and inside I found a small, silver key.

I didn’t know what the key was for, but I felt like I had to keep it. I put the key in my pocket, and I left the cave.

I went back to the village, and I showed the key to my grandmother. My grandmother was the oldest person in the village, and she knew everything about the village and its history.

My grandmother looked at the key, and her eyes widened. She said, “This key… this is the key to the old temple.”

I had never heard of the old temple before, but my grandmother told me that it was a place of great power, and that it was hidden somewhere in the mountains. She said that the key had been lost for many years, and that she had thought it was gone forever.

My grandmother said that I was the one who was meant to find the key, and that I was the one who was meant to go to the old temple. She said that I had a great destiny, and that I had to fulfill it.

I didn’t know what to think. I was just a simple village boy, and I had never thought about destiny or anything like that. But I knew that I had to do what my grandmother said.

So, the next day, I set out to find the old temple. I followed the directions that my grandmother had given me, and I walked for many hours. The mountains were steep and treacherous, and I was tired and hungry.

But I didn’t give up. I knew that I had to find the old temple, and I knew that I had to fulfill my destiny.

Finally, after many hours of walking, I came to a clearing in the forest. In the center of the clearing was a large, stone building. The building was old and weathered, but it was still imposing.

This was the old temple.

I walked up to the temple, and I found a large, wooden door. The door was locked, but I knew that I had the key. I took the key out of my pocket, and I put it in the lock.

The key turned, and the door opened.

I stepped inside the temple, and I was immediately overwhelmed by the power that emanated from it. The air was thick with energy, and I could feel it tingling on my skin.

I walked deeper into the temple, and I came to a large chamber. In the center of the chamber was a stone pedestal, and on the pedestal was a small, glowing orb.

I knew that this was the source of the temple’s power. I reached out and touched the orb, and a surge of energy coursed through my body.

I felt like I had been reborn. I felt like I could do anything. I felt like I was finally home.

I spent many days in the temple, learning about its secrets and its power. I learned that the temple had been built by an ancient civilization, and that they had used its power to create great things.

I learned that I was the one who was meant to inherit the temple’s power, and that I was the one who was meant to use it to help the world.

I left the temple a changed person. I was no longer just a simple village boy. I was now a powerful being, and I had a great destiny to fulfill.

I returned to my village, and I told my grandmother everything that had happened. My grandmother was very happy for me, and she said that she had always known that I was special.

I said goodbye to my grandmother, and I left the village. I knew that I had to go out into the world and use my power to help people.

I didn’t know what the future held, but I knew that I was ready for anything. I was ready to face any challenge, and I was ready to fulfill my destiny.

I was the one who had found the key, and I was the one who was meant to use it.

I was the one who was meant to save the world.

The wind was blowing.