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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 Leonhard were dueling in the garden of the mansion. Even though that, at first glance, both of the fighters seemed very focused, Lukas was still a bit off due to what had happened last night.

Lukas changed blows with Leonhard as a lot of things went through his head. 'So... it means that... the Von Neumann house was the one that has caused everything that's happened of bad to my family? It means that... they are the bad guys?' he wondered.

Lukas then changed his focus too much as he was, for his surprise, hit hard by Leonhard's wooden sword on the side of his head.

Lukas was thrown away a few feet, and seemed to be passed out on the ground. That blow really had been a little too hard.

Leonhard widened his eyes, immediately noticing what he had done. "Lukas!" he said before running to the place where Lukas was laying.

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