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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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Damned Letter

France, December 20th 1803

8:43 PM

Lucius left Lukas's tent. He seemed somewhat anxious, however, Luther and Johan didn't notice anything out of the ordinary about him.

"There he is, he left," Johan said.

Luther nodded. "Yes. We shouldn't go talk to him, though. I think that would only make him feel very defensive, and that's the last thing we want right now," he commented.

Johan nodded his head. "I agree. If we keep creating cliques within this army, then this squad is gonna fall apart in no time. We have to act smartly," he said

Luther nodded back at him. "Yes. I don't think Lukas portrayed us as the bad guys either. That's not something he would do. It'd only bring more bad things than good ones," he replied.

Meanwhile, Lucius walked away from Lukas's tent with a slight frown. He had a lot to think about right now.

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France, December 20th 1803

8:40 PM