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He kneeled on the snow. The burning cold was reddening both his toes and fingers, but it didn't compare to the anger he was feeling at the moment. Such anger could be noticed in his expression, which even seemed animalistic, as well as in the tears streaming down his face.

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When he opened his eyes, all he could see was an old, wooden ceiling. After staring at it for a while, he turned his head.

"Oh! I'm glad you're awake!"

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"I swear! I'm coming back alive!"

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On August 17th 1788, Austria, a new boy is born, this boy would bring a huge change with him.
The novel "The Bringer of Light" will revolve around quarrels of powerful noble families, political matters, strategic discussions, the real human condition where good and bad people don't truly exist, and much more.

That boy is a prodigy child, having deep insight ever since his birth. One day, something terrible happens to him, which makes him have the goal of bringing light to this world.

The main point of this book is following him on his journey to fulfill that task. He goes through a lot of internal struggles such as: Is it really possible to achieve such a thing? Is what I'm trying to do even the right choice?

The Bringer of Light

Lukas was now staring at the girl that he has been aiming at for more than half of his whole life. She was the only one who could free him from his marriage.

Lukas took a few more deep breaths and looked at Violett and his father, who were behind him.

Lukas cleared his throat. "Huh... Violett, Father, I'm going to socialize a bit more," he said. "I found some more people my age who I'd like to talk to," the blonde boy explained.

Violett nodded her head. "Very well, go ahead," she said, finishing with a smile.

Elias shrugged his shoulders. "I told you, I don't care whether you are going or not. Just make sure you don't get lost, this party is quite a mess," he said.

Lukas nodded his head with a smile. "Very well," he replied.

Lukas took one last deep breath and went towards Nathalie. She apparently had taken a glass of something that seemed like a juice and had gone back from where she came.

Deal