Lyra's Adaption

As we strolled down the hallway, the echoes of our footsteps reverberated through the dimly lit space. "Mom, I've been meaning to ask you something," I paused and looked at my mother with curious eyes.

"What is it, my dear?" My mother replied with a gentle smile, her eyes twinkling with warmth.

"I've always wondered, what crime did the Master of the Tyrex Wolves commit before the previous pureblood placed him in a forceful slumber?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued.

"Oh, that's a long story, dear. The Master was falsely accused of attempting to take over the world," my mother replied, her voice tinged with a hint of sorrow.

"Take over the world? But why would he do that?" I questioned, my brow furrowing with disbelief.

"You see, the truth is that he was actually trying to restore balance to the world," my mother explained, weaving a tale of intrigue.

"Restore balance? How?" I pressed on, my fascination growing.

"He wanted to create a home for our kind among the rest of society, but the