Centuries ago in an city, a rich young man in his own pity cared- for what he said, inherited riches- when his father no-one respected him- he knew this, all despised his father's deeds, children- for his own use, slavery- and paid abuse, children he for sex or toil, purchased them- from the poor. He stopped the business, with his dead, could forgive him, just hate him instead, now he yearned for power, what he do he went searching for an answer, to the lair he had to the stone carved city enter the of the wise and the lost, seeking the castle- of the wizard willing to whatever the cost. He sees something- amongst the trees in the a huge with three darkened towers, runs to the gates- he's to enter- suddenly feels- very alive, the open- (a) voice calls him inside, lead the man- to a marble staircase, seems the right way- so he does, is a doorway- he enters a room. The-wizard-stands-there-with-something-in-his-hands, it's a mask of silver. "I-know-what-you-want"-he-says-"I've I have dreaming. Here is what you need to the respect- of those people, wear this and it will give you power- you have before dreamed of. The man stood surprised as he to the wizard- he gave him ten pieces of in return, he ran to the with the mask in hand, he left the forest- familiar land, he couldn't wait to try it- put it on as as he was there, burning for so long he waited, he the roads of his town, put on- the mask- looked around, it felt- once- it was on his face, as if- a transition was place, in- an instant- something had changed, people- passing by- not treating him the same, some were- even- to their knees, as if- he were- kind of higher being. Suddenly he realised, there was wrong, he desired, to take off the mask, but then to his horror, it to the face, now it was his new skin, he never change. Then he knew, that the wizard had him, he had traded, hatred for fear, now he would pay, for his biddings, all he wanted, was to care. He would traded all his riches just to be liked. Now he be ignored and feared for the rest of his life.