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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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France, September 4th 1803

9:09 AM

Johan couldn't fathom that possibility. Actually, he didn't want to think about at all! Were all his efforts fruitless?

Johan gritted his teeth while showing sad eyes before looking down at the ground. 'This... is truly happening? Will it really end in such a pathetic way? I was the best student in the academy for this to end up like this?!' he wondered.

Johan took a deep, shaky breath before letting himself fall on the ground, and looking forward at the horizon with a melancholic expression.

'...No, it was actually expected, I guess,' Johan thought. 'I don't have any talent, at anything. It was impossible for me to bring glory to whatever the hell I wanted. It would be fruitless. I am nothing but a loser,' he kept thinking, looking at the horizon with blank eyes.

Soon, Johan sighed. 'I guess I should call it qui-'