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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 and Nathalie were still in the living room of the red-headed girl's mansion, talking happily, they were discussing about the books they liked to read.

What initially seemed like a good conversation, turned out to be a bit monotonous, because their tastes didn't match at all. Nathalie liked to read more mature stories much more, whereas Lukas preferred to read stories always with happy endings.

Nathalie raised her brow. "I truly didn't expect it coming from you, I really thought you liked mature stories," she said.

Lukas then scratched the back of his head. "Huh... well, yes, I like reading those stories too, but I like stories with happy endings a bit more because... they make me happy, that's all," he said.

Nathalie sighed. "Are you really a man?" she asked as she rested her chin in her hand.

A few seconds after that, Konrad showed up, walking down the stairs in a somewhat hurried way.

Departing