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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 stood at the entrance of the room, thoroughly confused with the person sitting at the same table as Franz and Erik.

Franz looked over at Lukas. "Good morning, Lukas," he said with a smile, as if nothing had happened. "Since you have arrived earlier, than we should start our meeting earlier, do you not think so?" the king asked.

Lukas made a short break before nodding his head slowly. "Y-Yes..." he cleared his throat bowing down

"Yes, of course. Thank you for receiving me," the blonde boy added.

Franz chuckled before gesturing to the only seat empty in the room. Different from the other meeting room, this one had a table for only 4 people.

Lukas gave Franz a slight nod before heading to the empty chair, right before him.

Meanwhile, all the three men watched him, and before the blonde boy could sit down, the pope stood up.

Desperation