Bolt_1

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.

-----

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!"

-----

"I swear! I'm coming back alive!"

-----

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 his room, laying on his bed while reading a book. After the quarrel he had had with Leonhard, he thought it was better if he relaxed a bit.

After all, even though he didn't have many intense jobs during all these three years, he hadn't relaxed at all. He was either training, or trying to improve Niklas's social skills, or doing some other small things that Franz had asked him to.

Soon, Lukas heard a knock on his door. "Come in," he immediately answered.

The door then opened, and Adele could be seen now. "Young Master, lunch is about to be served," she said with a smile.

Lukas immediately sat up. "Very well. I'm going," he replied.

Adele nodded her head. "Very well," she said before leaving, and closing the door behind her.

Lukas sighed before standing up, and stretching. 'I feel like I'm forgetting something,' he thought.

"I Promise"