The night I was born, the moon hung low and full, casting an eerie glow over the small, forgotten village of Ravenshadow. The air crackled with magic as my mother, a witch named Elara, brought me into this world. She had always lived on the fringes of society, navigating the dark arts with an expertise that set her apart.

As the cries of a newborn echoed through the quiet forest, my destiny was sealed. I was Harrison Wells, an orphan from the day of my birth. A child of the supernatural world, my existence defied the rules of nature. You see, I wasn't just the son of a witch; I was also the offspring of a werewolf and the grandson of a vampire. A concoction of bloodlines that was said to be forbidden.