HP: Magic Punk

 As Orion absorbed the vampire's dark magic, he felt an overwhelming surge unlike anything he'd experienced before. The magic was cold, ancient, and raw, filling him with a sensation that was both powerful and unsettling. But as he took it in, something unexpected happened. His own magic began to shift and twist, almost as if it was reacting to the vampire's energy in a way he couldn't control.

Before he could make sense of it, strange, vivid memories started flooding his mind. They poured in rapidly, one after another, flashes of images, voices, places, and people he didn't recognize. He saw scenes of battles he'd never fought in, faces he'd never met, and spells he'd never learned—but somehow, they all felt strangely familiar, as if they were pieces of his own past.

The sheer intensity of the memories overwhelmed him, drowning his senses. He stumbled, feeling a sudden dizziness, and tried to focus, to push the memories aside. But they kept coming, faster and more forceful, clouding his thoughts until he couldn't even remember where he was.

His vision blurred, and he felt his body weakening, his mind slipping under the weight of these unknown experiences. The memories were too much, each one hitting him like a wave, one after another, until he could no longer stay on his feet. Darkness started to close in around him as he fell to his knees, unable to hold back the overwhelming tide.

Finally, his vision went black, and he collapsed, the last remnants of consciousness slipping away. The last thing he felt was a faint sense of confusion and fear, mixed with a strange, haunting familiarity with the memories that weren't his. Then, everything faded, leaving him lying motionless on the ground, lost in the labyrinth of these unknown memories.

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Orion found himself drifting through a strange, dreamlike vision. The scene around him was hazy, as if he were watching fragments of someone else's life, unfolding in front of him piece by piece.

First, he saw a quiet village. It was night, and a woman was giving birth in a modest hut. Her face was determined, though worn with exhaustion, and around her were midwives tending to her every need. The child's first cry echoed in the air, filling Orion with an unexplainable feeling of importance, as if this birth held great significance. Then, the scene shifted, and he saw the same boy, but he was older now, around six or seven, running through the village streets. Fear was painted on his small face as he looked over his shoulder. Behind him, villagers were chasing him, shouting insults and curses, calling him a "demon." The boy stumbled and fell, scrambling to his feet as he tried to escape. Orion could feel the boy's loneliness and confusion, his aching question of why he was hated by those around him.

The vision changed again, and now the boy was with an older man, a mysterious figure who looked kind but powerful. This man reached out a hand to the boy, offering him comfort, acceptance, and knowledge. He taught the boy about his innate gifts, explaining that he wasn't cursed but blessed with unique magic. Orion watched as the boy grew under the old man's guidance, his once fearful eyes now filled with curiosity and a hunger to learn. The boy practiced magic tirelessly, and his skills grew quickly.

Time seemed to pass in fast motion. Orion saw the boy, now a young man, traveling from place to place, visiting ancient ruins, meeting scholars, and unraveling the mysteries of magic. His power grew to incredible heights, and soon he was the strongest mage in the world, respected and feared by many.

One day, the young man was approached by a mysterious organization. They spoke to him about a great darkness lurking in the world, threatening to consume everything. They offered him the role of Guardian, a protector who would stand between light and darkness. The young man accepted, taking on the weight of this responsibility with a determination that Orion felt deep in his soul.

The young Guardian's life was filled with battles against creatures of darkness, but also with friendships and alliances. He became a mentor, a teacher to a great king, guiding him with wisdom and strength. His name was known across lands as both a savior and a powerful sorcerer. He worked tirelessly to bridge the gap between the magical and non-magical worlds, fostering peace where there was once conflict.

But as time passed, a new challenge arrived. A young disciple came into his life, someone with the potential to carry on the mantle of Guardian. The young man took him in and began teaching him, hoping to one day pass on the full power of the Guardian to his successor. But just as he was preparing his disciple for this great responsibility, a terrible calamity struck. A darkness, more powerful than anything he had faced before, swept across the land, bringing destruction and despair. In a desperate bid to save his disciple, the Guardian sacrificed himself, pouring his strength and magic into his final spell.

Orion watched in sorrow as the Guardian's life faded, yet he felt something else—a lingering sense of unfinished purpose. In his sacrifice, the Guardian's power had split into two. One half stayed with his disciple, who would grow strong but incomplete. The other half passed to his daughter by the right of inheritance, a young girl who carried his legacy unknowingly. A prophecy hung over them, one that whispered of a future where these two halves would reunite, creating a last Guardian who could end the darkness once and for all.

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Orion open his eyes with a jolt, he almost jump up upon gaining his consciousness back. His mind was killing him right now. It felt like he downloaded an entire internet worth of data into his mind. Clutching his head, he looked around only to find the boy was still out and while the pendant in his neck was simmering in night.

Slowly and steadily he got to her and took the pendant, the moment he injected his magic inside it the magic flare out.

Orion almost instantly notice that his magic was different, something has changed, but he didn't had much time to thing about it as soon the pendant light up with blazing light and then suddenly few things out of the pendant came out.

He watch a letter in one of his hand, while there was an egg in another.

He only stood there with an unknown expression on his face.

Just as he was about to open the letter he heard the egg in his hand started to crack.

He was surprise, but remain there until the egg was completely crack open and the next moment he saw a small chick inside it.

Cute… He would have said if not for the next second he notice his magic getting absorb once again, now he was no longer surprise about people treating him like a battery. And the chick in his hand caught in fire.

In second the fire flare out, he didn't even had enough time before he protect himself, and both his younger self and Red who was unconscious there.

The next moment saw the chick in his hand transforming into an majestic Phoenix.

It was an very familiar figure honestly…..'Re…

He was about to call but suddenly the his younger self stir, he panic seeing the boy coming waking up.

He almost on instincts turn into his John Wick self and put shove the letter he was holding from their mother towards him.

"Wake up… You have a letter to read…"

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"FUCK… JESUS KEANU….

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