Hello!
Two nights ago, I saw Les Misérables at the Mirvish Theatre in Toronto! It was amazing! The actors, the music, the set...incredible!
This little one-shot was inspired by Empty Chairs at Empty Tables. In the play, the women bring out candles during Turning. While Marius is singing, the men from the barricade come out and each take a candle. Then, they blow them out just before they leave the stage. It was so amazing!
By the way, I'm not Victor Hugo, and I don't own anything EXCEPT this story.
Please read & review!
Like Candles In The Night
They were just young boys. They were brothers, sons, cousins, nephews, uncles, fathers, husbands. What did they fight for? A right. A right to be free. Who helped them? No one.
All they wanted was a better world, a better world for all man-kind. Although their enemy was great - they fought against Goliath - they kept faith and persevered. They fought for a new France. They fought for a new world.
They built, fought upon, and fell from their barricade. Untrained and practicality unarmed, they stood their ground until they could stand no more. The youngest, a child, died. Woman of the barricade were killed. The leader was not spared. Shots which were fired mercilessly had more power to destroy their lives than any doctor could have to try and save them.
Who will mourn them? Who will mourn them?
"I will," whispered Marius. "They will not die in vain. I won't betray them."
The back room of Café Musain was from then on cursed with empty chairs, seated at empty tables. Laughter and planning for a revolution would never again ring throughout its walls.
Marius slowly approached the barricade, a barricade which was now painted in his friends' crimson blood. Holes from musket fire stared at him. He reached up, and pulled a stray piece of their red flag off of a chair leg, where it had been caught.
"Vive la France," he said.
Every year Marius and Cosette lit one candle for each of the revolutionaries. Each was a flicker of light, representing the light that each had shone before they were killed on the barricade. Éponine, Enjolras, Courfeyrac, Joly, Feuilly, Combeferre, Gavroche , and all of the others. They were gone.
They were like candles in the night each a light in a dark and corrupt world. And like a candle, they were extinguished when the morning came.
Please review! And this is my first Les Mis fanfiction, so please be nice!
Thanks for reading, and God bless!
R12Fizzy