Orc in the modern world

The final bell echoed through the halls of Crestwood High School, signaling the end of yet another mundane day. Jason Miller groaned as he stuffed his notebook into his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. Senior year was supposed to be exciting, but for Jason, it was a monotony of classes, homework, and wondering what came next. College? Work? Who cared?

He walked through the front doors, the autumn air crisp against his skin. Cars honked, students laughed, and life moved forward. Jason stepped onto the crosswalk, his mind wandering.

Then came the blare of a horn.

He turned just in time to see the grill of a truck bearing down on him. Time seemed to freeze. The screech of tires. The sharp, sudden pain. Then... darkness.

Jason floated in a void, unmoored and disoriented. He had no body, no senses, only the crushing weight of eternity pressing against whatever consciousness he had left.

'So, this is death,' he thought. 'No angels. No devils. Just nothingness.'

Time lost meaning. Years, decades, centuries—he couldn't tell. He drifted until a sudden, searing light pierced the darkness. It grew brighter, swallowing the void, until Jason was consumed by it.

Pain. Cold, damp earth beneath him. The scent of moss and rain. Jason's eyes snapped open. He was lying on the ground in a dense forest, sunlight filtering through thick canopies above. His head pounded, and his limbs felt... off.

He pushed himself up and caught sight of his hands. Thick, scarlet-skinned fingers tipped with black claws. Panic surged through him. He scrambled to his feet, swaying from the unfamiliar weight of his body. He caught his reflection in a puddle.

A crimson-skinned orc with jagged tusks and glowing, molten-orange eyes stared back. The creature was massive, towering at seven feet, with muscles that rippled beneath the skin. His heart raced.

Then it hit him.

Agonizing, burning pain shot through his skull as knowledge flooded his mind. Dark sigils, unpronounceable incantations, and forbidden secrets wove themselves into his consciousness. 'Eldritch magic.' Ancient, otherworldly power rooted in madness and chaos. 'Fel magic.' Corruptive, destructive power from another realm.

Jason staggered as the realization sank in. He was an orc, infused with eldritch knowledge and fel energy. Images of Outland, of Draenor, and the ability to reach across dimensions to summon more of his kind filled his mind.

Voices whispered from the shadows of his mind.

'Power is yours to take. Worlds to bend. Bring the Horde to this realm.'

"No," he muttered, clutching his temples. The whispers persisted, seductive and persistent.

From a distance, the faint hum of cars and the murmur of voices drifted through the trees. A city, modern and familiar. His old world.

Jason clenched his fists, green energy crackling around his palms. He wasn't human anymore, but his instincts remained. He needed answers. He needed control.

And deep down, beneath the fear and confusion, a darker curiosity stirred.

'What could this new power do?'