I attempt to stifle my crying as you come in the door. How very terrible is was. Was? Is! You look on the floor and spot the object of my distress. There on the floor lies a dying monstrous looking creature. Its heavy breaths were finally beginning to diminish. "The poor... wretched thing... I don't even remember why... I decided to try and... Conjure it." I am nearly hyperventilating now. "Look at it! It is so horrid and malformed. I did it. It is torture to watch it... die... like this. I can't help it! I made it this way only so that it would die??? There is nothing I can do. It is all a terrible wretched mess and and there is nothing I can do. I caused it all!"

"Sit down and listen to me." You set down the newspaper that you regularly get me then you took me by the shoulders and directed me to the couch. "You are not the first to make a mistake such as this BUT you should be the first to learn from it. Never do this again. Settle down now. I will take care of it. You must remember what has happened now. This creature is by no means natural. Even if you had properly summoned it, it would not be so. It would be a miserable beast with no soul. Always remember that." You hold my hand mechanically to sooth my anxiety then you make the creature disapperate and hand me my newspaper. "Read now and put your mind on other things."

"That is not as easily accomplished as you may think it is." I grab the newspaper anyway. I can't think straight. I just skim through the pages not really looking at it. I found the comics because that was the most mind numbing thing to look at. I laughed a bit with a mind that was much more at ease.

"You do not think that have brought you a newspaper everyday just so you could read the comics do you?" You say this without even looking up from your book.

"Don't be sour. I always read your paper." I turn to the next page. "Just what I wanted to read about." I commented sarcastically as I look through the obituaries." Murdered, murdered, suicide, cancer, murdered..."

"Will you stop that?"

"Yes daddy dearest." I turn to the next page.

"Sometimes I wish that you were still enchanted. At least then your personality was mellowed down a bit."

"Oh come on! I have the perfect personality for you, remember? That is why you spent three years stalking me. I am your poet and your dreamer? Lemonade and fireflies?"

"I love you so much because you aren't perfect." You shake your head at me amused. "Go on and read."

I persist, "I am not sure if I should take that as a complement or not." You point at the paper and go back to your book. I smile and do as you ask in your taciturn manner. I finally find something that I like, "The museum is opening a new exhibit in its art section dedicated to Surrealism. That is what I want to go see. Come on let us go be patrons of the arts! That is something worth doing with eternity isn't it?"

"You better get a job then." You say without looking up. Still.

"You sound like my mother". The subject of my family has become easier on me after time. You look up to say something. I quickly say, "NO!"

You look back at your book smiling. Then you change the subject. "Did you look on the front page?"

"Not really." I turn to the front page and gasp as I read through it. At the end of the article I grab your arm to get your attention but you are already staring at me with your penetrating dark gray eyes gauging my reaction to the article. "Why do things have to go this way?" I point at the page dedicated to the war that is brewing. Not a small war but the way things were looking there were prospects for a world war. "This could destroy everything. I have never understood how people could be so ignorant. Never."

"And I never understood how you could be so arrogant sometimes. Does that mean that I think that I could change it? You can not change people. You can not change society. I've tried."

I look at him. "Well what can be said to that? I am part of this world as much as anyone else is. Perhaps more since I will be around longer. What if they destroy everything?"

"I will get a condo out on the moon for you."

I scowled.

"I am being perfectly serious about this all. Not the moon thing of course but everything else. This world is not a bad place. In perspective only a small percent of things the human race has ever accomplished was negative. Then again none ever seem to remember the good. When I first came to power I saw evil everywhere. The people of the world were always fighting and bickering. The races were divided and people would slaughter each other just because they were not the same. They all evolved from the same origin and differences were relatively few. It was a sad time."

'In my eyes the nations needed unity. A centralization and that is what I attempted to give them. I wanted to create a empire over all of Middle Earth. If they would not unite themselves I believed that it was my duty to do it for them. In order to do this I did the only thing I could think of. I would attempt to take the world over by force. I created massive armies of Orcs. Orcs as I am sure you have read in the tales by Tolkien were wretched creatures. I had envisioned elves when I tried to summon them. They were so malformed. Nearly as malformed as your creature except that I had much more practice. They were created for one purpose and one purpose only. They were made to kill and conquer. They knew nothing of love and had no souls. If I had not been stopped by the combined efforts of the Men of middle Earth I would have foolishly decimated and destroyed the world. So much for my aspirations of unity. Trying to bring peace of war by war inevitably failed. You must remember that."

'In Mordor before I had done all this there lived the entwives. They were happy creatures that grew plentiful feilds of any sort of produce you can think of and many that you cannot. It was all destroyed. Remember this Teqon, be prudent of the powers I have given you for you hold the fate of the world if you are not wise."

You are finished now. I have listened but I can't stand it, "This is too much. I hate this! You know that I am not such a balanced person. What if I went crazy like I have before? This is to much. The world would be much safer if I were not here at all. How can you live with this?"

"You are worried too much. Just remember what I have told you. If you care for anything at all you will not make my mistakes. Just remember all of the good things that people accomplish. Look on the last page! Good things are so much more important than the bad ones. They have found a cure for the disease that has been going through the poorer sections of town and it is dying down now."

I look on the last page, "Why is this on the last page? It is important, too."

"People are too worried about the bad things that are happening like the war. Now I ask you to forget about the bad things and come dance with me." What a smile you have. Your face may never be very jovial looking but your words do all the communicating necessary. Along with that smile it is enough to change anyone's mind.

"Of course." I stand up with you and walk to the middle of the room. Music clicks on from near the kitchen door and we dance just to dance.

"Seeing that you are well enough to dance tomorrow we should venture out and see that art display, shouldn't we?"

"I was beginning to think that I would be cooped up in here forever."

You smile again, "My, my, my... how opinions change."