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That weird transition from sleep to awake where things snap into clarity and you wonder where you are for a moment was what was happening to me as I lay there on a lumpy mattress with scratchy but thankfully clean sheets before I was hit with a deluge of memories like a freight train. The names Black, Killian Black was what came to me and it looks like ROB has humour as with my name came the memories of growing up in at Woolworths orphanage london after my mother died to bring me into this world, something i won't forget but before she died she named me Killian after Cillian meaning bright-headed as well as a nod to the faith, odd is the surname Black as it is well known in the Wizarding world belonging to the infamously dark family of Black. With my appearance of jet black hair and storm grey eyes even at a young age of 10 I have a strong feeling of who my father was and him nabbing a maybe devout young woman like my mother seeing what she named me, he would have seen it as a challenge
Sighing and putting that behind me, I move on with my morning routine putting on a set of old clothes, clean and in my size, I head to the bathroom being the first one awake. I spent some time just getting used to being small again and gaining a feel for my body, mind and powers. Being a bit small for my age but not malnourished with a mind far better than my last life I feel around for anything that stands out, sensing whisps here and there a completely new feeling therefore what I'm looking for I resolve to meditate on the feeling later on.
With morning ablutions and grooming done, with time until breakfast I return to my room and settle down into a comfortable seated position at my desk and begin breathing exercises, once relaxed I focus my mind inwards and begin filtering out the normal processes of the body looking for those whispers, finding them and following them around my body they seem to congregate in two places the navel and the heart. The navel area seems to be a pool of energy calm and flowing whereas the heart has a primal feel to it which i can only assume is the seat of my werewolf abilities, from what i remember the skyrim growl werewolfs are forced to change every full moon until the have advanced their abilities by feeding on the hearts of living creatures and gained control of the beast.
Satisfied with my findings I open my eyes and the sounds of the orphanage waking up flood in. I get ready for breakfast while starting to make plans. First is to get the beast under control which requires feeding on fresh corpses, hard to find any animals to hunt in London. Second is to work on my magical prowess either through sneaking into diagon alley or experimenting. Third is to make a contract with a summoning clan but I can instinctively sense I don't have enough magic yet to reverse summon myself which would take me to the clan most suited to me, thankfully magic can substitute chakra, hmm.
Having reached the dining hall, I look to see the matron standing next to the cook with food and bowls ready. "Good Morning Killian, good to see you up bright and early" the Matron says with a warm smile as I head over to grab a bowl and some soup.
"Good morning to you as well Ma'am, is it ok if i head to the library after chores today" I reply
"Yes that is fine with school finishing for the year i would have thought you would be avoiding anything to do with books" the Matron says with a smile
"Just because school is finished doesn't mean to stop learning " I reply with a small smile
Sitting down and quietly eating my soup I watch as the rest of the children filter in, numbering around a dozen currently, our orphanage one of the smaller ones with little in the way of finances.
Having quickly finished, I set about doing my chores which took up the morning and after lunch headed out to the library within walking distance. Looking around the library i quickly check something and pleasantly surprised find the first issue of Naruto translated by wiz media which was set to come out in '99 surprising me as being 10 years old in '98 the same generation as Harry Potter, the Manga shouldn't be out but now with the source material for ninjutsu with mana substituting chakra i have a means of exercising my core hopefully expanding my store of energy with the benefit of learning some devastating techniques later in the series as they come out and if some fan theory plays true when i hit eleven and my core hits its growth phase until maturity i should have a leg up.
Using my library card i check out the manga and begin the next phase of my burgeoning idea of hunting down criminals as a werewolf at night to feed on their corpses both filling me with trepidation but resolved to grow stronger and knowing that some criminals deserve to be put to and end, with the lack of animals to hunt this seems to be the best way to advance my werewolf abilities at least till the point of no forced transformations, but the benefits to my werewolf self will carry over to my regular self though to a lesser degree such as faster regeneration, more health/durability with greater speed and strength.
Fortunately for me Woolworth orphanage at least my one is located in the poorer section of London, walking round getting a feel of misery and the downtrodden the type of place deals and muggings are common place, I head towards where my memories recall the warehouses are located and with a small smile I spy a warehouse with a suspicious amount of people that look too well kept to be homeless but just enough to blend in if it wasn't for the weapons they carry with the smell of sweat, steel and gunpowder. With my target acquired, I head home to wait for nightfall, now if only I knew how to transform…
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