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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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Unexpected Outcome

France, October 4th 1803

11:26 AM

Lukas and the rest of the rear team pressured their enemies as much as they could.

It had been around half of an hour ever since the grey team has gone through the passages, so Lukas knew they were going to be ready at any moment.

As soon as Lukas managed to catch some breath from the intense battle, he turned around, after making sure that he was safe.

"Everyone! Be ready! We might hear the war horn at any moment!" Lukas yelled out.

""Roger!!!"" his soldiers replied in unison.

The enthusiasm was building up within them. If they won this battle, then the war was pretty much done. The French army isn't that big, after all.

Meanwhile, on the walls, Fernand kept watching the battle at the front wall. His enemies there seemed to be acting as always.

Fernand sighed softly. 'I wonder how long we will be able to hold it. This is bad,' he thought.