Centuries ago in an city, a rich man dwindled in his own pity no-one cared- for what he said, riches- when his father died no-one respected he this, they all despised his father's deeds, buying for his own use, slavery- and paid abuse, children he for sex or toil, purchased them- from the poor. He stopped the business, his father dead, could forgive 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 stone carved enter the forest- of the and the lost, seeking the castle- of the wizard willing to pay- the cost. He sees something- 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) calls him inside, lamps lead the man- to a 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 mask of silver. "I-know-what-you-want"-he-says-"I've I have dreaming. is what you need to gain the respect- of those people, wear this and it will give you power- you never before dreamed of. The man stood surprised as he to the wizard- he gave him ten of gold in return, he ran to the with the mask in hand, he left the into familiar land, he couldn't to try it- put it on as soon as he was there, burning for so long he waited, he entered- the of his town, put on- the mask- excitedly around, it strange once- it was on his face, as if- a was taking place, in- an instant- something had changed, people- by- were not treating him the same, some were- even- to their knees, as if- he some kind of higher being. Suddenly he realised, was something 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, 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 and feared for the rest of his life.