Draykhar chuckled quietly, the peculiar sound made the people that before him cringe, in dread of what was to come.

These people were in the Temple of Lore, awaiting their doom.

The temple was made of marble and sandstone crafted by master stonesmasons, millenias ago. Etched in the walls were all the stories of the lands, an entire history of the world, written in stone.

The stones had seemed, because of some unknown force, to never weaken or shatter. Countless wars had been fought around here, yet not even a stone was cracked.

"Mortals, you have been honored, you have met me, Draykhar" He whispered, " I am your god, now you may procede to the afterlife, if I choose to let you." He stood up from his throne and took a step forward

He was about six feet tall, a thin main, with a pure white beard going down to about belt length. He stood, slightly crouched, as if his back had broken from years of burden. He walked with a slender mahogany cane in one hand. One it werea vast amount of different symbols, each enscribed gold. In the other hand he held a dagger, unmarked. It was possibly the plainest dagger one could see, just a simple blade, and an iron hilt. He wore black robes, concealing his face, hiding himself from the world

He took another step outward, towards the six offerings.

Each was shackled to a pillar, unable to move, unable to run.

Draykhar came each one, turn by turn, and grabbed their chin with his pale bony hands. He looked into their eyes from beneath his robes.

"No, not you..." he said as he came to the first four, stabbing each one with his dagger as he went to the next.

"He came to the fifth and final person.

He was a young man, about the age of fifteen. He seemed to have been beaten recently in the past. His hands showed signs of hard labor, and his pale blue eyes, dull and lifeless as they were, showed traces of regret and anger.

Draykhar Studied the boy for a moment, observing his actions.

"What's your name Mortal?" he rasped.

"Jehkyt," the boy spat.

Draykhar took a step away

" No... Impossible..." he muttered, " look into my eyes"

Draykhar took down his hood, revealing his face.

His face was normal for a man of his age, except for one thing.

Jehkyt's eyes began to widen in terror. He began to crawl as far as he could away from Draykhar, but could not look away. His chains held him back, the farthest he could get away was nearly six inches.

Draykhar's eyes were not of this world.

The center was blood red, this eventually faded to a radiant gold around the edging. Odd coloring, sure, but this was not the most vivid feature of his eyes. They had no pupils. They faded, from blood red to radiant gold, with no black interruption in the center.

"You have seen my truth, now you are my liege" Draykhar muttered, "You are lucky, you shall live"

Draykhar grabbed Jehkyt's arm, and dragged him to the the the upper floor of the Temple, where his training was to begin