Centuries ago in an city, a rich young man dwindled in his own no-one cared- for what he said, riches- when his father died respected him- he knew this, they all his father's deeds, buying children- for his own use, and paid abuse, children he hired- for sex or toil, them- from the poor. He the business, with his father dead, no-one forgive him, just hate him instead, now he for power, what could he do he went searching for an answer, to the Wizard's he had to leave- the stone carved enter the of the wise and the lost, seeking the castle- of the wizard willing to whatever the cost. He sees amongst the trees in the forest a huge with three darkened towers, runs to the gates- he's eager to suddenly feels- very alive, the doors open- (a) voice him inside, lamps lead the to a marble staircase, the right way- so ascend he does, there is a he enters a room. The-wizard-stands-there-with-something-in-his-hands, it's a made of silver. "I-know-what-you-want"-he-says-"I've I been dreaming. is what you need to gain the respect- of those ignorant people, this and it will give you power- you have never before of. The man stood surprised as he to the wizard- he gave him ten pieces of in return, he ran to the city- with the in hand, he left the into familiar land, he couldn't wait to try it- put it on as as he was there, anticipation- for so long he waited, he the roads of his town, put on- the mask- looked around, it felt- strange it was on his face, as if- a was taking place, in- an instant- something had changed, people- passing by- were not him the same, some were- even- to their knees, as if- he were- some kind of 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 could change. Then he knew, the wizard had tricked him, he had traded, hatred for fear, now he would pay, for his biddings, all he wanted, was to care. He have traded all his riches just to be liked. Now he will be ignored and feared for the of his life.