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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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Austria, July 10th 1801

3:37 PM

Luther listened to Dé's whole explanation as attentively as he could. 

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That mere second was enough for Lukas to break free from Luther's grip and grab his wrist.

Lukas then used all the strength he still had left and managed to throw Luther against the floor.

Everyone gaped at that sight. Even the instructors couldn't believe their eyes.

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OKAY, I GET IT! I'M NOT THE MOST CAPABLE FIGHTER IN THE WORLD, I CAN'T WIN EVERYTHING, BUT..." tears started streaming down his face. "Why... did you have to show me that?!

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After thinking for a while, and remembering all those moments, Luther sighed softly. "I don't see a reason for that," he said.

Manuel widened his eyes in disbelief, showing a bit of unease for the first time since Luther had met him. On the other hand, Dé didn't change his expression, and just kept listening to what Luther had to say.