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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

After Lucius killed the two remaining French soldiers, he sighed. He didn't like doing that, but he knew that he had to do this.

After he stood up, he was surprised by Marius's sudden agressive behavior. The veteran soldier grabbed Lucius by his hair, making him look into his eyes.

Lucius grabbed Marius's wrist, trying to separate himself from him. "Wh-What the hell, Marius? L-Let go," he said, trying to push him away, however, the soldier was too strong for him.

Marius smirked. "Just so you know, if you make another fuss like that back then, I'll chip your head off on the spot," he said with a glint of a sarcasm.

Still, Lucius laughed nervously. "Hehe, don't worry, I won't do it again," he said.

Marius softened his expression before letting go of Lucius's hair. "Good boy," he said, patting his shoulder, before walking away.

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