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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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Grey Team

France, October 1803

9:38 AM

Lukas and Lucius walked side-by-side, followed by their partners. The enthusiasm was noticeable in the environment, everyone seemed really eager to be on the battlefield as soon as as possible.

Lukas had decided not to place Lukas in the te who was going to invade the fortress simply due to reasonability. He wasn't going to make Lucius, a 17-year-old boy, take part in two highly decisive missions in less than a month, that could be too much for him by now.

Lucius had done a great job back in the precious battle, and Lukas was satisfied with that. Besides, Lucius wasn't still completely recovered from the wound on his shoulder.

Lukas took a brief glance behind him, and nodded his head in approval. He was satisfied with his men's attitude. At least that was already a victory.

They were walking to the fortress using the same formation as before. They didn't want to be the least bit suspicious.