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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 now standing in front of Leon's office. He truly wasn't very satisfied with the grade that he had gotten, and wanted to know what was going on.

Lukas then took a deep breath, and after that, knocked on the door, however, even though Lukas waited for quite a bit, nobody answered.

Lukas then frowned and knocked on the door once again. "Leon! It's me, Lukas!" he said.

After waiting for a bit longer, Lukas heard some hasty steps towards the door, and finally, Leon abruptly opened the door.

Lukas raised his brow, Leon was panting, and had pretty noticeable eyebags.

Leon then took a deep breath in order to pull himself together. "So, Lukas, what do you need?" he asked.

Lukas then raised his brow a bit more. "...Were you sleeping in there?" he asked.

Leon then abruptly cleared his throat. "Was that what you wanted to talk to me about?" he asked in an authoritarian tone.

Disappointed Noises