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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

Johan and Luther were back to the camp. They were practically dragging themselves, panting as sweat streamed down their foreheads.

Johan turned his head to Luther. "Why did we even assume Lukas was there?" he asked.

Luther shrugged. "Well, it's not that far-fetched. We know him, and we know he'd do that," he replied.

Johan nodded his head while panting. "Yes... we didn't see him in the village, though... and if he's going to do something, then just let him be, I don't give a damn!" he said.

"What are you two doing?" Lukas asked, calmly walking towards them.

Johan suddenly widened his eyes, and darted to Lukas. "Where the hell were you?!! We went to the village to see if you were there pulling off some of your... some of the... the things you do, you know?" he said.

Lukas nodded his head. "Yeah, I understand," he glances at Luther. "You also went there, Luther?" the blonde boy asked.

Shoveling Away