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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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Meeting With The Advisers

Prussia, August 3rd 1803

10:59 AM

Lukas and Nathalie were in the living room of the Santen mansion, where they usually waited for their guests, and today wasn't different.

They were also accompanied by Konrad. Even though Nathalie and Lukas weren't very pleased to have him there, for a few reasons, the advisers insisted that it should be like that. He wouldn't be on anybody's side, though.

He would be neutral person, simply watching over the meeting, and as soon as everyone there agreed with something, he would make it official. That was how the meeting was going to go.

Lukas sighed, before checking his watch. 'They will probably be late, since we only there are only 5 seconds left until the agreed time,' he thought.

However, as soon as the smaller pointer of the witch reached the number 11, a knock on the door could be heard.