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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 Nathalie were coming back to their room. They had just had dinner, and were now going to get ready to sleep.

Lukas sat on the bed before starting to take his boots off. That had been a very long day, so he was quite exhausted.

Meanwhile, Nathalie sat beside him. She was showing a neutral face, however, it really looked like she wanted to say or do something. However, it wasn't quite explicit what it was.

When Lukas finished taking his boots off, he sighed in relief. "I can't wait to sleep tonight," the blonde boy commented.

Nathalie nodded her head slowly. "Oh... me too," she said.

After Nathalie's answer, Lukas slowly turned his head to her, finding her tone of voice a bit weird. It was a if she wasn't being that genuine.

Lukas raised his brow. "Are you okay, Nathalie?" he asked.

Nathalie made a short break before nodding her head. "I... guess so," she said.

Oppressed Feelings