Mystic Prologue

Once upon a time in land far far away there lived a man no a beast... he was beastly man. Locked up in the Tower of Light on the far end of the City Farloene , he lived all alone in the tower.
The Beast was a magician but people called him a sorcerer a demented son of the devil.He was all alone , people changed lanes when he walked the street , chiller's threw stones at him, some were terrified of his horried face others jsut hated the fact that this beast tried to mingle with them on the strrets in the market or just near the park where he often went.
The Beast lived in his Tower with no one else but his faithful Simplia , a funny name for a wildly ferocious yet beautiful and white as snow dog. The dog guarded both the Tower and its only occupant.
His tower had a series of rooms , it had a small kitchen where he seldomly cooked food for himself, a study where the Beast spend most of his time reading , there he read about mystical fairies , die hard romantics and stories filled with hope and love, stories which helped him fade away into his dreams of a new future in a new land where people loved him where he had friends , where he was wanted , where children played with him instead of hitting him , where people laughed with him and not on him....
There was a room with a window where he had a bed and a lone lamp which burned day in day out...The window in the room had a telescope from where the Beast looked to the park where he could see birds playing in the pond , the children playing cricket, the lovers sitting on the benches and talking sweet nothing into eachothers ears...how he longed to be one of them .. he wished to romance a woman who would be kind and gentle and full of life... who saw beyond his ugliness and beyond his body and saw his soul..for which was the only pure thing he had...
The Beast was a poet and he wrote sonnets about only love, for that was the only thing he believed in, in his mind he was a Italian Lover or a Spanish Gaucho whom the women loved and wanted... He hated mirrors and never had a single one in his tower...
He ate in a ceramic bowl for he hated to even see his glimplse in the metal plates...
The only thing he loved was the midnight moonlight that fell on his body more than his boy it fell on his soul...pilfering into his heart and filling the emptiness of his soul...