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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 already all dressed up as a girl as he still kneeled in front of the mirror. Aesha was now putting the last layers of make up she needed to on the boy.

Aesha hummed a song while doing her job. "Could you understand more or less how to put make up on?" she asked.

Lukas nodded his head slightly for Aesha not to screw up with the make up. "Yes, ma'am," he replied. 'It's not like it's going to be my first time, anyway,' the blonde boy thought.

Aesha nodded her head slightly. "Good to know. Raja Akanksh promised me a very good reward if the mission went well," she said.

Right after that, Aesha finally finished Lukas's make up, and immediately stood up.

Aesha smiled before gesturing for Lukas to stand up. "Can I take a good look at you?" she asked.

Lukas stood up. After Aesha watched him, she came to a conclusion: anyone who looked at him would think he was a girl. She had made it.

Brothel