Thauma: The Black Souls

Twenty-Three Years Ago

"Thauma is the blood of the soul. Every tree, every droplet of water, every air you breathe, every roar and every smile are made from this volatile and yet soothing energy. Thauma is the soul and our bodies are the vessels. We are just instruments of a higher power. Always remember, the soul is the key".

The words of Bolthron's master echoed particularly during a winter's battle. The sun was setting, and the battle had no intention to end soon. From some rocky cliffs above the battleground, he could see slashes, beams, bursts, and balls of light and dark thauma. He learned to meticulously analyze his enemies' moves from a high ground to counter them when he gets down.

He reminded himself that thauma is his way out. He opened a locket with a white rose insignia, and a blinding light shined out of it.

Everyone below stopped destroying each other and gazed up. Clouds gather over them, lightning whipped down. In a matter of seconds, the lightning stopped, and a gigantic black lightning landed on the battle ground launching everyone back. Bolthron came out of the black lighting. And he was ready to destroy.

"Death has arrived", he boomed covering his head with a hood.

When everyone saw that he was about to remove the hood to reveal his identity, no one dared to fight on.

With the hood down, he grinned.

Bolthron's enemies could not bear the idea of who he really was.

The Leader's only reply was a whisper. "Why?"

Not only Bolthron was the head of the Black Souls, but he was Bolthron Orkan, firstborn of King Altus Orkan.

"Bow down to the Black King!" Bolthron shouted.

And his words were the queue to launch an onslaught on his enemies.

The fight raged on.

Bolthron was a veteran and he demonstrated it when he almost killed the Leader of his enemies. His mighty fists, covered in a mantle of dark thauma, burst out in every clout which doubled the pain. The weak Leader bled and Bolthron was not satisfied. He floated over him and struck a dark beam of thauma. The ground under the Leader sunk as Bolthron created a grave for him. The Leader hissed and asked for mercy. Bolthron laughed.

A thunder.

More clouds from the Northern Mountains were coming. The rain would not help to defeat the Black Souls.

Bolthron walked to him and laughed again.

"How much I desire your sister to see you now; how miserable you look at my feet".

Bolthron, focused on his gloating, did not notice the Leader's hands. His hands were face down on the ground, charging up, and, with a sudden move, the Leader generated a burst of light thauma from his chest to Bolthron's body, launching him out of the air and crashing on the ground.

The Leader struggled to stand up. Once he was in his two feet, he gazed to the sky watching how the clouds gathered every second. He mustered all the strength from his soul and did what no one was expecting to do.

He made the signal.

From his hands, light thauma floated out upward creating an abstract white rose on the darkened sky. Following that, all the light thaumocs fighting against the Black Souls did the same thing; thin fibers of white light were generated from their hands and they all met on the white rose.

Clouds were getting nearer.

A man from below screamed to the Leader.

"Are you sure about this, brother? There is no turning back from this!" said an incredibly freckled man.