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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 and Lucius stared at each other for a while. Finally, the blonde boy decided to break the silence.

"Yes, Lucius. Your scars," Lukas replied with a raised eyebrow.

Lucius looked pretty hesitant. "Hum... those are... huh... I-It's nothing really," he replied, clearly very tense.

'...Yep, another thing he doesn't want to talk about. Just how many issues does this dude have? Or maybe they're all one issue?' Lukas thought before sighing. "Well, it's okay if you don't wanna tell me," the blonde boy said while standing up.

Lucius looked up at Lukas. "...Oh. Th-Thank you," he replied. 'He always says that when he notices I'm uncomfortable. Nobody's ever acted to me like that. Most of the times, they either tell me to man up, or keep insisting for me to tell them about the problem when I'm clearly not okay with that,' the black-haired boy thought.

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