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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 sighed softly before crossing his arms. "Anyway, what was the training with him like?" he asked.

Luther shrugged his shoulders. "Well... it was just as he described: it wasn't hard per se, however, I had to change a lot about me," he replied.

Lukas scoffed softly. "Yeah, I can see it," he commented before standing up and taking a few steps forward before turning to Luther. "But... what did you do back then?" the blonde boy asked.

Luther put his left hand under his chin. "Hm... well, I meditated, a lot. I actually still have that habit, and believe it, that has helped me a lot," he answered. "And there were a lot of other tasks, most of them were meant to relax, and gain a deep awareness of myself, and also spare myself from instantaneous forms of pleasure. But the main task was truly mediation," the black-haired boy explained.

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