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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 in a room in the Royal Palace. The doctor and some servants were around him, taking care of his wounds.

The wound that got the most attention obviously was the cut on his stomach. If he hadn't dodged in the last second, he would have been cut in half.

Leonhard was leaning against the wall as he watched the doctors in action. They basically were only cleaning up the blood, and stitching up Lukas's wound on his stomach.

Soon enough, the doctor, who was crouching down, stood up as he sighed before turning to Leonhard. "Lord Lukas is fine, Your Majesty. He only needs rest now. Still my experience says that it's very likely that this wound will leave a scar," he said.

Lukas sighed in relief as the treatment was finally over. Having your wound stitched up wasn't a very pleasant feeling, after all.

Leonhard nodded his head. "Thank you, doctor," he said. "You may go," the dirty-blonde man finished.

Monster