The children are segregated by gender even then, and once they are transferred to monasteries in their third year, their experiences are completely di...ferent.At the beginning of what I thought was the pre-dawn twilight, I looked at my watch. It was 6:42 AM, thirty-two minutes before sunrise. Abby and I had been keeping an excellent pace, pausing only for brief five-minute rest stops. I looked up ahead at our trail and thought it was the perfect time for a real break."Abby, let's rest here, have. You don’t know anybody and you don’t know where anything is, not even the toilet, and you know everybody is weighing you up. If you’re as shy as I used to be it was hell, and this guy looked and behaved as if shy. We seemed to have come to the end of the conversation so I hastily finished my meal, rose, and saying, ‘Good luck in the job,’ I left before he could respond. He lingered on in my thoughts for a while. I suppose I could identify with him, or at least my pre-fortress self could. He. He turned back to the crime scene. He thought about her again. "No! Don't think about her. Think of something else." No use. There was only the cold and her and there she was. Still lying there. The detectives had removed and bagged what was left of the shredded jeans that had been thrown over her lower body. The department crime scene photographer was taking pictures. "Someday they might be part of a cold, sterile and unfeeling lecture in the Academy like the ones I attended." He said aloud. But their children are always lamia. Always daughters.”“Yep,” I nodded. Today, I was so glad the God of Lust masturbated across the world and that his cum birthed my kind. We were definitely the best race. Far better than those loathsome nagas he also spawned.The city of Cheyvn passed us by, bustling with morning activity. Laborers leaving homes, bidding wives and children goodbye. I spotted older children over fences weeding vegetable gardens while younger ones ran giggling in play.I pictured.