LYRA

I start to see the castle being built on ground that was already sacred to something older than the Moon, workers discovering the altar and trying to move it only to have their tools shatter against stone that wouldn't break. The first Draxon king standing in this clearing with advisors and priests, arguing about what to do with a structure they couldn't destroy or relocate.

Then a figure stepping forward from the shadows, neither human nor wolf but something that predated the separation ...