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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 Cause

Austria, July 2nd 1803

9:41 AM

Lukas showed Niklas one last smile. "That's right," he said before walking away from him, and heading towards Fredrick.

Lukas crouched down before Fredrick. "Goodbye, Fredrick. I really enjoyed our time together," he said.

Fredrick nodded his head. "Yes, I enjoyed the time you have spent with us," he said. "Have a good trip," the boy added with a smile.

Lukas smiled back at him. Fredrick's always been good a very kind boy.

Even though Lukas had noticed that Franz's been trying to educate Fredrick in order to make him a perfect king, he was happy that the king didn't neglect his son's kindness.

After that, Lukas stood up, and after that walked towards the king, who was showing him a smile.

Lukas stood in front of Franz before bowing down for a brief moment. "Your Majesty," he said.