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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 in the canteen sitting at a table with Meera and the other girls.

Whereas the girls seemed pretty relaxed and to be in a good mood, Lukas was visibly worried with what Saanvi had told him.

Lukas just sighed internally. 'If Saanvi tells it to anyone... no, it wouldn't make sense to tell me what she knows if that were that the case! Anyway, the point is: how in the world does she know I'm a boy? Did I make it look too obvious?' he wondered, completely worried.

Meanwhile, Aarya noticed Lukas's anxiety, and looked at him. "Is everything okay, Luka?" she asked with her brow raised.

After Aarya asked that, all the other girls turned their looks to Lukas. 'God damnit! If I was already nervous, then this will just make it worse!' he thought, not knowing what to do.

When Lukas was about to lose control, he clenched his fist under the table, and took a deep breath.

Suspicions