The reason most magical creatures are sad is the reason most people are sad. They are lonely, misunderstood, scorned for their appearance, unappreciated for their gifts. They are victims of a hand that was dealt by a force or fate that is particularly fuzzy. A common thread–particularly in German, Black Forest and Scandinavian magical creature accounts–is a Christianity that is accessible to all but the magical creatures. They must live beyond the pale because of the circumstances of their birth or the accident (vampires and werewolves) of which they are victims. But they are victims like all of us – trapped by the chromosomological peculiarities or the specifics of our own births. Our intelligence, sex, color, physical gifts, liabilities, our beauty or our ugliness – all are determined when the sperm meets the egg and we, our permission not petitioned or granted, our opinion unconsidered, begin a transformation into what has, in large part, already been determined.