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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

Lucius and his team were still giving their all, trying to fight off their enemies, however, it wasn't being easy at all.

Lucius still had to kill two enemies, one of them being someone who seemed to have gone through the proper training of a soldier, as well as having vast experience due to his apparent age.

Meanwhile, his other 4 comrades left were trying to fight off the French reinforcements, which was quite challenge due to their bigger number.

Lucius shot once again towards his enemy, however, he quickly retook cover behind a tree, which made the black-haired boy grunt in frustration.

Lucius sighed deeply. 'Calm down. My comrades are defending my back. I know I don't have all the time in the world, however, getting anxious won't help anything,' he thought before showing determined eyes. 'Let's do it,' the black-haired boy added, trying to motivate himself as much as possible.

Chopping Down Some Trees