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The Bringer of Light

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. ----- 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!" ----- "I swear! I'm coming back alive!" ----- 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?

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"I've Made Up My Mind"

France, December 20th 1803

7:48 AM

Lucius left his tent. As soon as he was out, he could feel the cold weather washing over his body, which made him shiver, and soon after, he sneezed.

The black-haired boy sniffled. "Damn it," he mumbled while rubbing his nose.

After stretching his body lazily, Lucius noticed both Luther and Johan doing something... considerably strange a few meters from him. It was as if they were slashing the wind with their swords.

Johan thrusted forward right before clicking his tongue. "Oh no, Luther! He dodged!" he said, with an overdramatic tone of voice.

Luther scoffed lightly. "Don't worry! He's withing my reach!" he said, apparently acting better than Johan.

And soon, Luther slashed his sword, making Johan cheer enthusiastically. "Great job, bro! You killed him!" he said.

"Well, we can say that I killed it," Luther replied.