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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... hid it from everyone? He thinks... I have to be protected... this... pisses me off so much!' Napoleon thought.

Lukas noticed Napoleon's mood change, and he immediately got an idea of what was wrong with him.

Lukas sighed internally. 'Yep, Napoleon really is a complicated fella. He must be thinking that I felt pity for him, and thus, I hid the truth from everyone. Anyway, I guess that telling him the truth wouldn't help, since he would think I'm just trying to lie to him. Anyway, it's pretty much a dead end,' he thought.

Leonhard then raised his brow at both boys staring at each other. 'What in the world... is going on between these two?' he wondered.

Franz apparently noticed that something was wrong between them, and interrupted it with a short chuckle. "Well, well, let us bid our farewell, shall we?" he asked.

Pressure