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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

Leonhard was on his bed, sleeping peacefully. He had struggled to fall asleep last night, so he really needed this time of sleep.

Soon, however, Leonhard felt something being constantly thrown at him. It didn't hurt at all, however, it was quite bothersome when you just wanted to sleep.

After a while, Leonhard finally woke up, when he raised his head, he saw Lukas throwing small balls of paper at him.

Leonhard just grunted in frustration as he let his head fall back on the pillow.

Lukas then stood beside his bed. "What's wrong, Leonhard? It's time to train," he said.

Leonhard sighed. "Lukas, we don't have anything to do here on this ship, so why do you bother to wake me up so early?" he asked.

Lukas then shrugged his shoulders. "I wake up too," he said.

Leonhard sighed. "Yeah, but I don't care about you, you can do whatever you want, but why me?" he asked.

Childish Quarrels