The Five Dragon Short Story

In the main temple of the Five Dragon Sect, one of the ten most prominent sects in the milky way, a man is stretched out into a cross-shape on top of the altar, his hands and feet are bound by a wrought metal chain, which seems to warp even space around themselves. The temple is half full with men and women, all wearing clothes embroidered with gold. All of them seem nearly like angles. But if you look closer at the faces, there is a glint in their eyes which makes them seem arrogant.

The man on the altar was the complete opposite of the other people. It seemed like he did take a bath in sludge or even worse. His unkempt hairs and beard were sticky and long, he looked malnourished and didn´t seem to have any muscles at all. His only clothing

Those weren't the eyes of a beggar. The white of the eyeballs wasn't just white, it was the purest of white and seemed like it was shining.

But that isn't the end of the strangeness, not by a long shot. There were no iris in the eyes, no in the middle of the eye was a black hole. Yes it really wasn’t just the pupil it was the deepest black you can imagine, and if you looked into it, it seemed to pull you in.

Around the black hole were four colored dots equidistant from each other, they moved clockwise in the left eye and counterclockwise in the right. They seemed like planets orbiting around a black sun. One was a dark green like the forest in summer. The second was red and seemed to burn with an inner fire, the next one was of a dark blue like the deepest of oceans. The last one was yellow and a lite golden glow to it. And yet he gave off an aura of kindness and warmth.

Those eyes spoke of an age older than mountains and wisdom few could ever gain in their entire

On his chest was a golden amulet with an exquisite depiction of a dragon head and on his hand a golden ring. The ring resembled a dragon biting its own tail. The eyes of both carvings were set with gemstones. He sneered at the beggar-like