It all began with a single creature. This creature was an ancient being by now, with untold magical powers for one reason. The creature was the source of all this world's magical powers. It set the limits in which others could use it's mana, while it had free reign over the cosmic power.
One of the True Limits of it was that noone could give themselves True Immortality,, but that mattered little to the creature. The creature was a mix of Werewolf, Vampire, and Dragon. It wasn't aging anytime soon, and you could forget about even attempting to harm it let alone kill the creature.
This, of course, hadn't stopped people from trying. The jealous, the naive, the just plain stupid had all tried and failed to slay this creature, either through magical or mundane means. By the time anyone knew of it, it was simply far too late. It didn't die in the sun, it wasn't scratched by silver, and even the most powerful of explosions simply rolled off it's form.
Of course this caused most to see it as a God, or even God given form. It allowed this, for a while. Eventually however it vanished using it's powers, having grown weary of the constant harassment and praise. It was gone for thousands of years… until today.
The dragon was resting in a deep cave, curled up. Surprisingly the dragon was rather muscular in appearance. Instead of a tacky tacky gold or some such nonsense, it appeared almost crystal. It was so large it had to make the cave around it just for it to be there, the biggest dragon recorded on the surface not even a tenth it's size.
It was also a western style dragon, meaning it had seven limbs. It's four legs, two wings, and tail. The legs were as muscular as itself was, but not in a way that encumbered it's speed and agility. It also has talons sharp enough to slice through reality if it so chose.
Suddenly, it felt a shift in reality. The shift felt hasty, as if whatever had caused it was afraid of incurring the dragons wrath if it stayed too long, and dropped something rather peculiar in front of the dragon.
What it dropped was a baby girl. The baby had little brown curls, and had a tag that read 'Betty' on the basket. This almost made the dragon kill it instantly as anger flared in it's core before it calmed itself. The dragon could tell that this wasn't a spell-being, but rather flesh and blood. It wasn't the fearling the dragon despised so much.
Searching the baby's mind, the dragon was surprised. There was a lifetime in that baby's noggin! The lifetime of an old friend that the dragon had thought it lost long before it became what it was today.
Looking at the baby and it's scared writhing form, the dragon slowly shrunk as it reverted to a weaker form. When it was over, the once mountainous dragon was now the size of a tiger. Still large, but much less scary than before.
Standing up straight, the dragon went through another change. It turned into a human. This human was rather androgynous, and the gender untellable through the robe it had conjured as it shifted. What could be told about the now human looking dragon was that it was vampirically pale, with jet black hair and shining golden eyes with slits like the dragons.
Smiling soothingly at the baby and conjuring a pacifier to halt her cries, the dragon gently picked the baby up. "Do not worry, hatchling, I will not harm you. You have no home, and no family… so instead, I shall raise you as my own."
And with that the relationship between the vampiric-yet-werewolf-muscular human and the child began. It was one that would last a long time… and where our story, truly begins.