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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

Elias nodded his head. "Well, I'll be going now," he said as he raised his rand as if to bid farewell to Lukas before walking towards the stairs.

"Oh, wait, dad, just one more thing," Lukas said immediately turning to Elias.

Elias abruptly stopped and hesitatingly turned to his son, behind him.

Lukas tilted his head. "You look weird, and Tobias looked very satisfied with himself. You didn't agree with supporting him against the head of the Von Neumann house, right?" he asked.

Elias widened his eyes. 'Th-This damned brat!' he thought

Lukas noticed Elias's reaction and took a step forward. "So, you did, right?" he asked, with a serious expression.

Elias then took a deep breath. "I didn't," he replied. "But Tobias did blackmail me, and he is pretty confident that this blackmail will work on me," the brown-haired man said.

Lukas raised his brow. "Will it?" he asked.

I Cannot Tell You