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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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The Main Mission

France, September 26th 1803

10:34 AM

Lukas kept watching his partners from the top of the tree branch. His eyes were fully focused on that situation.

At the fortress, Johan had a similar expression to Lukas's, however, in his case, it looked like he had realized something important.

'I thought that I could become a soldier without being cold, but that's not right. I can still continue to be myself, but I should put certain parts of me aside when we are in war,' Johan thought.

Johan clenched both his fists, filling pumped up. 'I am so dumb. How could I take so long to figure something like this out? It's so obvious!' he thought.

Marius was paying attention to his enemies' actions. They didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon, however, he knew that it was just a matter of time.

On the walls of the fortress, Fernand, the captain, raised his brow. '... What's wrong? Aren't they backing down?' he wondered.