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rewarded, all they needed to do was pledge their allegiance to him. Having removed all the politicians from their building, he had already thought of a good use for it, as now it would be the home to his army of magicians. It would be a place for them to practice and learn from each other, without the worry of ever being caught. Moreover, he would pay them richly for their services.

 
     
    Chapter 4.
     
     
     
     
     
    After probably the most comfortable night's sleep Maxim had ever had, he awoke feeling completely refreshed. The turmoil of the previous day seemed an age ago, as he sat up in the bed he had been given, and looked around his room. The early morning sun was just casting its first rays of light through the small window, and although It was still a little chilly, he was still far warmer than he would have been out on the streets. He looked over to where Zack and Mikel were still asleep, and decided to quietly get up.
     
    He would dress in the clothes given to him yesterday by the young man in the bed next to his. Nobody had been as kind to him as Zack had been, and he wondered if should try to do something in return. Even Mikel, despite the snide remarks treated him far better than most people had, when he lived in the gutter. If this is what it was like to have friends, then he thought he liked it.
     
    Just a day earlier, he had been pondering if life was even worth living, and now for reasons still unknown to him, he was living in a small cottage with people that treated him well. Moreover, they would soon be travelling to a new home, all together. He removed his nightclothes and could feel the cold on his clean, fresh smelling skin. He quickly pulled on his under clothes, before dressing, and deciding it would be best to put his boots on outside of the bedroom, he picked them up and carried them to the door. He looked back to make sure he had not disturbed Mikel or his new friend Zack, and once happy they still slept soundly, slowly closed the door behind him.
     
    To his surprise Danton was already up and dressed, and preparing a fire in the hearth. "Good morning Maxim," the man said not even turning to see who it was. "Hello," he replied.
    "I trust you slept well?"
    "Yes...thank you Danton," Maxim said wondering if there was any food going.
    As if Danton knew what he was thinking, "Let us get the fire started first," he chuckled, "Then we'll find something nice for breakfast."
     
    Danton was about to use the flint to create a spark for the fire, when he stopped. A thought occurred to him, "Maxim," he asked, "Do you want to try?"
    Maxim was not sure what he was being asked to do, "I'm not very good at making fires...Sorry," he replied.
    Whilst it was just the two of them, he quizzed Maxim about how he thought he had managed to burn the soldier. "I really do not remember. I am sorry, it made no sense and I don't know how I did it," he replied. Danton shrugged and explained he had hoped for him to use the skill again to light the fire.
     
    Danton stood and walked over to the table, picking up a rather small, tatty looking book, "I want you to read this Maxim," he said thrusting forward. "It gives you the basics for magicians able to master the elements. It explains the do's and do not's amongst other things. I'm afraid I don't have any other books with me on your particular powers..." he stopped, realising Maxim was looking at him very blankly.
    "I don't know how to read, sorry," he said apologetically.
    Danton placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, "No I am sorry, I wasn't thinking. Come on let's light this fire and have some breakfast, and then we'll start teaching you."
    The mention of breakfast alone was enough to put a smile back on Maxim's face.
     
    He watched on as Danton lit the fire, before the man disappeared outside, as Maxim stood mesmerised by the flames growing around the small pieces of kindling. He turned to see Danton reappear holding a brown paper package, and watched with intrigue,