Surrounded by the great wall of stone, my origins forever unknown.

A lake to the south and a field of flowers, to a country that prefers only men's powers.

Of the scent of rusty bells and a person to many, my home not found in this city or any.

One child, thus the choice was born, and made within minutes at the blare of the horn. Deep down they knew a boy it must be in order to survive in this harsh country.

Hands of silk threads and a tongue for spice, the girls were given up as a severe...