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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 sitting on the floor of the deck of the ship while Leonhard finished doing his physical exercise.

After a while, Leonhard finally finished, and clapped his hands together. "Alright! ...I'm finished here!" he said as he panted.

Lukas shrugged his shoulders. "Took you long enough," he said as he stood up.

Leonhard scoffed. "Don't complain, Lukas. I could've just refused to do it," he said before crossing his arms.

Lukas then nodded his head. "Okay, okay. You are right," he said as he showed a smile.

Lukas then went to pick two wooden swords from the floor. He took one and tossed it towards towards, which was promptly caught by him.

After that, Lukas also took his sword, and turned towards Leonhard. "Alright, let's start!" he said excitedly.

Leonhard shrugged his shoulders with an unworried expression. "Whenever you want," he said.

Fear?