This Little Light.

Prologue:

Light [lahyt], noun.

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Episode I: The Flicker.

Once upon a time, there was a King called The-King-of-All, maker of every kind of light.

Some He formed mighty, to shine as floodlights, flashlights, candlelights, lamps, even matchsticks. All were His creation, and He loved them dearly.

Oh, there were far more types of light than one could ever number. To count them would cost me weeks, and still I would miss millions. Such were the works of The-King-of-All; mysterious, unfathomable.

Yet this tale is not about all the lights. It is about one.

A small handheld light. Portable. Simple to the eye. But within it, The-King-of-All had placed a brilliance of over 3,500 lumens, or so the elders whispered. It had been built for a purpose greater than itself: to be wielded by a mighty hand or installed in a lighthouse. The little light grew up knowing this destiny.

One day, a young man: let us call him Young-lad, came to the palace of The-King-of-All. He had fled from an uprising in his town, only to have his ship capsized in a storm. Alone, cold, hungry, and directionless, he stumbled into the King’s mercy. And the King, in His kindness, welcomed him to stay until his affairs were restored.

To repay such generosity, Young-lad took up the duty of Light Cleaner. And to this he gave himself with eagerness, like a fish to water. He polished lanterns, trimmed candle wicks, dusted lamps, and restored broken bulbs. Every day he walked among wonders of light.

Then one morning, as the sun rose over the palace windows, Young-lad noticed a faint glow from the corner of the King’s great hall. There, half-hidden beneath a linen cloth, sat the little handheld light.

It looked so plain compared to the grand chandeliers and blazing torches. But something about it seemed… alive. As if it were waiting. Watching. Hoping.

Young-lad reached for it with curious hands.

And in that moment...

…the light flickered.

Not like any ordinary flicker. This was a pulse. A heartbeat of fire. A whisper of destiny.

Young-lad froze, the light warming his palm as though it knew him. He leaned closer, eyes wide.

And then...

(To be continued…😁)

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