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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

Herman and his squad kept attacking their enemies with as much intensity as they could.

That's what Lukas had suggested, and he agreed too: overwhelming their enemies with attacks from both sides was their best option at the moment.

Catching them off guard like that could, if they were lucky, causing them to panic, making the invasion of the fortress possible for them

Not only that, but the spent of resources also had to be inferior, since they now had to battle in two different fronts.

Herman sighed. 'Still, they seem to be getting organized now. They have a good captain, apparently,' he thought.

Meanwhile, Lukas and his team were trying to assess the current situation. They had backed down, however, their enemies had all their attention on them, occasionally shooting them arrows.

Lukas sighed while gritting his teeth. He was currently using his sword as a support to stand.

The Importance Of Size