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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

Manuel immediately kneeled down before his master. However, on the other hand, Luther was simply confused. That guy was very different from the others he had seen.

Luther couldn't help but frown. 'What the hell?! That guy looks so weird,' he thought before taking a brief glance towards Manuel. 'M-Maybe the Catholic Church does have a reason to consider this village illegal... I-I guess I should get out of here,' the big guy thought, starting to get scared.

Luther hadn't brought his sword, however, he considered his fists good enough to escape that place. Manuel could be a veteran soldier, however, this time, Luther was going to fight with all his strength for his life.

Manuel looked up at Luther. "Luther, please, kneel down," he asked.

Luther took a brief glance towards Manuel one last time before looking forward at the man sitting cross-legged in front of him.

A Calm Soldier