By radiosesame (Has some archaic, Old English, words.)
It was quite a gloomy night in the old city of Langith, only a few household lights scattered across the city streets, numerous as the stars in the darkened sky and small and far apart, leaving the more quiet homes mystified in the shadows.
This was a sight worthy to go unnoticed and a little orphaned schoolgirl named Cresidia happened to caught a glimpse of the evening streets as she leaned at the windows leading towards the bell tower of her school at New Foundry Girl's Orphanage. Like the many houses abroad, there were no lights at the inner rooms or at the bell tower.
However, Cresidia held a small lit candlestick on her left hand and two other items tucked close to her. Sneaking towards creaking wooden floors of the building, so as not to awaken the sisters beneath her, she muzzled her way to the open view of the tower's ledge, finally nestling herself in a bag of gravel.
In her hand, she placed the candlestick upright over the ledge, Hamish, her beloved rabbit by her side and Mr. Snippens, held tightly to her stomach. The little orphan took a look at the gray town and reclined herself to the bag of gravel with a sigh.
"I am quite tiresome," said the little girl. Hamish hopped to her side and spoke with a soft voice, "Little one, little one. Why are thou tiresome?"
"Look at the houses, Hamish," sadness slowly seeping into her, "look how littlest the light. Doth like the starry sky."
Hamish hopped atop the ledged and sought the darkness throughout the city, "You are right, Cresidia. The moon has not given its light tonight and certain darkness has crept in."
As the little girl looked over the twinkling lights, suddenly, she caught sight of something. One of the houses with a bright light was suddenly smote afar and darkness filled the household. Soon another came down and a third. This lead to a feeling of dread for the orphan girl and she held to Mr. Snippens even more.
"Oh, what shall we do Hamish, there must be a plan." Cresidia pleaded.
The rabbit could only wonder for a moment of what to do. Then it dawned on the orphan girl. "I've got it!" she joyously alluded, "we shall warn them of the darkness." The rabbit halted to his steps, "warn them? With what, my child?
"The bell!" marvled Cresidia. Hamish stood upright, looked at the enormous bell and rebuked the little girl, "Nay, Cresidia, we canst warn them of the darkness, but they need light."
The little girl went back to her sorrow and slid deeper to the bag of gravel. "Doth no more hope for us, Hamish."she gazed at the half melted candlestick, closed her eyes for a while and tucked Mr. Snippens closer to her cheek. "How so I have you Mr. Snippens." she said to herself.
However, Hamish was not over with his vigorous thought and hopped back down to the lower room; down to the ceiling of the orphanage. Creaking the steps into sound noises that ringed through the orphan's ear. "Hamish, Hamish?" Cresidia whispered, "Hamish, what are ye doing?"
"Follow me child, I knowest how we can give light to all." He responded. Cresidia tip-toed downwards with Mr. Snippens still pressed against her chest and the melting candlestick on the other hand. "Hamish, Hamish?" she whispered back again, "Where are thou?"
"Over here, little one." Whispered the rabbit. The girl swung to the path of the voice and lo, behold, atop the brown painted grandfather clock of long ago, stood the rabbit in an upright stature. His furnished white fur, reflecting that of the small fire held by the orphan girl. "I know a thought, but thou shall trust thee?"
"Yea, Hamish," she said, a little shaken, "But I am quite frightened thereof of what we shall do. Will we make it till morrow?" "Fear not my child, till morrow is not yet nigh," quote the rabbit and produced a new candlestick from inside the grandfather clock, "take this a new."
Cresidia took the new candlestick and immediately understood what Hamish was telling her, "thy surety that this will be done?" and lit the new candlestick with the other, finally quenching the old one. With a grin that covered the rabbit's face, he responded, "Surety, it will."
He hopped down and from there opened an old wooden box that run perpendicular to the clock. "Behold, little one," and produced an abundance of candlesticks, enough to cover the darkened households from below.
The little girl looked at the candlesticks, gasped and marveled greatly at the beloved rabbit. "Tis enough to fill the homes with light!" "We musn't delay, " quote the rabbit, "and quicken each house with light now." "Wot thee must do?" the little girl asked in joy, "indeed we musn't delay."
Hamish climbed atop the box and smiled at the little girl, "We must go and thou should leave Mr. Snippens here." Cresidia was perplexed, "Leave, Mr. Snippens? I shan't Hamish, I shan't leave Mr. Snippens alone."
"Mr. Snippens isn't going anywhere," quote Hamish, "Thou should leave it here, for it will only tarry our venture. And thou must carry thou all thy candlesticks. Thou trusts thee, yea?"
"Surety, Hamish," the orphan finally realized. She placed Mr. Snippens in a oakwood chair beside the box and handled as much candlesticks as she possibly could. "Thou who canst handle the match for the fire?"
"I will, child, for there is only one match left. Take thy candlestick with thee as well for it will be easier for us to see each one off." Hamish took one of the candlesticks and made it aflamed. "We musn't tarry. Come, let us go forth!"
Hamish placed the candle betwix his mouth, hopped out of the room and out of the orphanage doors with Cresidia treading back to follow him. "I shall light the path, how so thou must knock on the doors of the people and wake them up."
They ventured into the moonless night, with Hamish lighting the path and a few of the stars that lit the Langith skies. Cresidia raced through the streets as she held onto the candles and of her own.
Hamish arrived in quick succession to the first door. "Cresdia, Cresdia, knock on the doors and light the candles with thy own, after which giveth thee to the person." After this the rabbit took off to the next door post.
"Yea, Hamish," the orphan girl responded, her small voice still shaking, "But whence can I know where to go? Thou already afar." "Follow the voice, child, and the light that it flickers, then you will find me. Be strong, for I will not leave thee and be careful for nothing," shouted Hamish, disappearing in to the darkness.
As she reached for the first door, darkness and care crept into her and poor Cresidia clutched hard to the little flame in her hand. Trembling fitted her soles to her heart as she can only imagine the emptiness.
However, she managed to knock hard enough that the housekeeper fled to her attention, gently opening the door. "Tis, some visitor?" the housekeeper muttered.
"Gladness, sir housekeeper, for there is darkness but care not for thee have brought light." The orphan girl handed a candle to the intrigued man, "Tarry for a moment," she added and lit the candle with hers.
The housekeeper smiled with joy and gladness at the young orphan girl and giveth her many thanks. Praising the wonder and gratitude that has been given to him, "Tis has filled my heart with warmth and gratitude." and gently closed the door.
Though Cresidia was not given a token, her heart burned with joy for the man as well. Now franticly chasing after Hamish, she searched for the voice round her. But there was no voice to be found; She searched for the light, but there was no light.
The orphan girl was baffled, surety Hamish, has not left her to her own devices. Thus Cresidia came with a thought, she held her candlestick in the dark and waved it in the air. But to no avail.
Then a voiced listed in the darkness calling, "Cresidia, Cresidia, come forth." and Cresidia hearkened the voice and ran towards the path of the sound.
A small light grew brighter and the voice tasted like honey to the little girl's ears. "Have I not said, that thou be strong for I will not leave thee and thou be careful for nothing, have I lied?" Hamish questioned her as she arrived.
"Nay, Hamish," the girl quoted, pebbles of tears fell from her eyes, "Thou were correct, I shan't be careful." Hamish puffed his whiskers and smiled, "Come, and follow me."
The two ran off to the many streets and homes of Langith, each delivering a portion of hope for the people living in the city. One by one, households were filled with light, enough so that the streets were clearer than before.
And joy and gladness filled Cresidia's heart for they and Hamish had done many wonderful works. High and low the townspeople of Langith celebrated in their homes and giveth thanks for the light hath shine upon them.
The high night came and the orphan girl was weary, but vigorous for more; the night is still far spent, but her candlestick has once more already melted. "I can no longer carry forth, Hamish, it is tiresome for thee."
And the rabbit had compassion for the poor orphan girl and let her carry him in her arms for comfort, "Tarry a little longer, little one," Hamish quoted, his own candle's flame in unity with the little girl's and his fur glistening a silken white snow. Ever glowing so bright, "For there is but once more we have to giveth."
"Yea?" responded Cresidia, wearisome filling her voice, "There is none left candlesticks for us to giveth." "Thou shall give thy own candlestick," Hamish happily quoted in return to the young orphan.
Passing through beside the center of the city laid a small but unnoticeable cottage. It was the house that belonged to a wealthy nobleman of long ago. The foundation was small in sight, but a little bigger than the other homes Hamish and Cresidia went through.
Surprisingly, this house has some light in it, to which Cresidia immediately took notice. "Hamish, Hamish," she discussed, "Doth some light on the tis home, shan't we giveth anymore mine candlestick?"
"Tis the nobleman's household. Alas! Once more, dear one, knock on the door and we shall see," Hamish said, holding to the little orphan's hand.
Cresidia pleaded twice at the nobleman's door post, "Gladness and joy in your heart, sir, for we come to giveth thee a candlestick for light," and the nobleman cast his attention at the orphan girl.
"Who thou so eager to awake my slumber? Away! I need not your flimsy candlestick, for I have my own light, a light doth is brighter than thee," quarreled the nobleman. Cresidia fillleth her heart with care and trembleth at her knees
"Canst we go and leave thy nobleman to his sleep?" she implored her beloved friend. "Nay," quote the rabbit, "plead with him once more." And so Cresidia pleaded with the nobleman once more, "We ask with thee good sir, that thou wakest from thy slumber, for we offer genuine light for thine household."
Lo, behold, the nobleman hearkened the little girl's voice and grit his teeth, "Why are thou so eager to dispense this genuine light?" and he appeared to the girl and the rabbit with a sharp knife.
His complexion was arrayed in the finest apparel to suit any worthy man of his day, jewels and fine pearls, his face be shorn and shaven, and a dark leather coat to cover his body from the night, "Are thou still willing to convince thee of thy genuine light?"
Cresidia trembleth before him, and thus Hamish narrowed his eyes and leapt towards the nobleman, thrusting his own candle fire into the man's face. And the nobleman fell to his knees and covered his eyes in unspeakable agony, gritting his teeth in pain. "What hast thou done to thee?
"Thou art blinded by thine own pleasure, nobleman." quote Hamish, in reproach, "And hath rejected the things of value in this world." But the nobleman didst not hear Hamish's voice for doth not believe that the rabbit truly speaks.
Hamish hopped back to Cresidia's arms and comforted the little girl, "My child, my child, tis alright, yea? Care not for none cometh to harm thou except through me." "I care not, Hamish," Cresidia delighted, "For thou art with me. Canst we now go home?" "Surety, little one, thou rest from thy labors."
Both Cresidia and Hamish went forth back to New Foundry with gladness and joy in their hearts. Whence both arrived atop once more to the bell tower, they sought over the wonders they have created, "Look, Cresidia," quote the rabbit, "Thou has created all this,"
And Cresidia honoreth Hamish for he did all the effort, "Nay, Hamish .Thou have created all of this through me. For thou told me to believe." And the whiskers of the rabbit revealed an enlightening grin. A pleasant sound to thine ears. "But I have to speak to thee a concern, Hamish," the little girl added.
"Yea?" Hamish responded. "Where is mine token for all the things I have done?" inquired the orphan girl. Hamish looked across the vast dark candle-lit city of Langith and stretched forth his hand. "This is all thine reward."
The End. This short story has been inspired with the themes of the story of The Chronicles of Narnia and teachings of Matthew 6: 24-34 in the Bible.