[ WP ] You are a mapmaker , part of a secret order of mapmakers who have been inciting wars and rebellion for centuries in order to stay in business updating maps .

`` What do you think power is, James?'' 
 
 James looked puzzled at the illuminated face of the old man. He had n't expected this kind of questions and was wary of the sudden interest the hooded figure showed in him. He pondered for a few moments and answered: 
 
 `` Power is the ability to control.'' 
 
 The cloaked figure sitting opposite James seemed to grin in amusement and shook his head. 
 
 `` Ah, the ignorance of youth, in your case it is foremost a curse rather than a blessing.'' 
 
 James felt a burning anger in his chest. Was he not the one out of thousands of other chosen for this? His friends had gazed in awe when the announcer had shouted his name and this crooked, old shade of a person dared to insult him? 
 
 `` Then what is power according to you, old man?'' 
 
 The old man reacted fast, as if he knew what the response of James was before it had left his mouth. James saw the man's arm move in a flash towards the only light source in the room and then all went black. Apart from the sound of his own breath the room was now utterly silent. 
 
 Suddenly James felt a hard push in his hip and he fell from his chair, tearing the palms of his hands on the hard floor. He cried out and tried to punch the attacker but his fists passed straight through the air. 
 
 `` It's a lie.'' 
 
 James felt the hot air of the old man whispering into his ear. He quickly punched in its direction but he failed once again to connect. 
 
 `` Look at yourself!'' 
 
 The voice came from the other end of the room. 
 
 `` How many years have you been trained, fool? Six, perhaps seven? Your muscles have grown strong and big and your reflexes are feline like, yet you struggle to fight an old man? Power is not control. Power is a lie, made up by people who need a word to describe something they do n't understand.'' 
 
 `` Come and face me you senile clerk! This is no time for a lecture!'' 
 
 James' head knocked to the ground and he heard the sound of his nose breaking against the stone floor. He lay there still for a few moments expecting another blow. When he finally looked up he saw the old man sitting in front of him with a lit candle in his left hand. 
 
 `` Darkness is something mankind has been afraid of for a long time. Men are nothing but scared animals, looking for shelter or safety. 
 We guide them towards these places of refuge. We lead them out of the darkness and into the light. We are the Candle Holders of the world. They may think they have control or even'power', but in reality he who owns the candle is really in control, as I'm sure you've already noticed, James.'' 
 
 James grunted in pain and spoke: 
 
 `` They are just maps, old man, you've been locked up in this dungeon for too long.'' 
 
 The clerk smiled, baring his yellow teeth. 
 
 `` You will learn, James, you are good and with my help you can be better. Power is something you'll never have. Control, however, is something I can give you.'' 

