Centuries ago in an city, a young man dwindled in his own pity no-one cared- for what he said, inherited his father died no-one respected him- he knew this, they all despised his deeds, buying children- for his own use, and paid abuse, he hired- for sex or toil, purchased them- from the poor. He stopped the business, his father dead, no-one could him, just hate him instead, now he yearned for power, could he do he went for an answer, to the Wizard's lair he had to leave- the carved city the forest- of the wise and the lost, seeking the castle- of the almighty willing to pay- the cost. He sees something- the trees in the forest a castle- with three darkened towers, runs to the gates- he's eager to enter- feels- alive, the doors open- (a) voice calls him inside, lamps lead the man- to a staircase, seems the right way- so he does, there is a doorway- he 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 have dreaming. Here is what you to gain the respect- of ignorant people, wear this and it will give you power- you have never before of. The man surprised as he listened to the wizard- he gave him ten of gold in return, he ran to the city- the mask in hand, he left the into familiar land, he wait to try it- put it on as soon as he was there, burning for so long he waited, he the roads of his town, put on- the excitedly looked around, it felt- once- it was on his face, as if- a transition was place, then in- an something had changed, people- passing by- not treating him the same, some were- falling to their knees, as if- he were- some of higher being. Suddenly he realised, there was wrong, he desired, to take off the mask, but to his horror, it stuck to the face, now it was his new skin, he could 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 have traded all his just to be liked. Now he will be ignored and feared for the of his life.