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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 and Leonhard were in the garden of the house, sitting in the steps of the small of stairs that led to the entrance of the residence.

Lukas then sighed. "I guess that the training the boat actually worked. I feel like I do have more balance," he said.

Leonhard then shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Maybe you're right. Still, I guess my footwork must be a bit rusty," he said.

Lukas then nodded his head. "Yeah, I felt that about mine too," he said before looking at Leonhard out of the corner of his eyes. "Still, is that rusty for you, Leonhard?" the blonde boy asked, recalling the amazing footwork that Leonhard had just shown in their duels.

Leonhard then sighed. "I have high criteria," he said before standing up.

Lukas then nodded his head. "I noticed," he said before standing up too.

After the both of them stretched, they turned to the door, and entered the house.

Bad Possibility