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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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Battle Simulation (12) - A way, maybe?

Austria, October 22nd 1800

4:30 PM

Luther shrugged his shoulders. "Can't we just shoot it down?" he asked.

The boy shook his head. "It's hard to say, Lukas thought about everything very well. Concerning the location of the tree, if we shoot it down from a wrong angle, the flag may leave the forest, and then, it'll be out of reach," he said.

Roger nodded his head. "Yes, and we can't even shoot if from a very good angle due to the same problem: we can't leave the forest," he said.

The boy nodded his head before sighing. "Yeah, the only safe way is climbing the tree, and bringing the flag down ourselves," he said.

Luther then put his hand under his chin. He seemed to be thinking pretty hard.

Meanwhile, Roger and the other boy named Manuel looked at Luther with a doubtful.