I Reincarnated as an NPC Witch

The Strangest Things

In her hand was a long white stick with a prominent handle and small thin vines going around the shaft. She looks at it in awe. Abigail moves her hands towards the tip, revealing a small yet magnificent detail. In the handle, there’s the pendant of her necklace. It’s a bulge that separates the handle and the shaft. Its shape is like a crescent moon-like pendant that still holds the gemstone. Instead of the moon looking like it was made of gold, it’s like a small little sculpture in the wand. This is also where the junior vines root from as if the vines are connected to it. The vines are not even little details in the wood that are carved. They were real vines with lush green color and with some little purple buds growing out of them.

She already had an experience holding a fake wand with great craftsmanship but this is just a different feeling. She already felt power with just a wooden stick that is a replica of something in the movies she watched, moreover a real wand that she can use her powers with. Abigail was surprised that she has more abilities than she thought. She thought she’s just some potions master. The word witch in her title really didn’t bring her down. “A wand…” She muttered to herself after being quiet for so long. “Right… A witch isn’t complete without a wand.” She grips on the handle again, this time holding on to the flatter parts rather than the centerpiece of it. She keeps looking at it, caressing every part of it. Then, she realizes one flaw. “I can’t use this. I don’t know how…” She rushes to her bag and trashed everything on the bed. “I don’t know if I brought anything. I am only aware of the brewing things.” She unfolded every handkerchief if she conveniently placed another book in these things. She can only find ingredients, empty ingredient containers, and her equipment to brew a potion. She sighs, “I knew it.” Abigail looks at the wand that was set aside in the mess. “How can I use you?” She grabs it once more and looks at it once more as if talking to it. “I can’t just experiment, that will be a dangerous thing to do, here or even in the forest.” She sighs once more, “The best thing I can do and benefit from this thing is to poke an enemy’s eyes with it.”

She cleaned her mess and packed it tightly on her backpack. Everything was back in the magical handkerchieves and tucked carefully in her bag. She looks at the grimoire that she has. Abigail reaches for it and flips the pages to the table of contents. She scanned through it, hoping for a tutorial to even use her wand. She was saddened when she didn’t found anything. There are peaks of happiness that just slammed down into anguish. Some titles seem linked on a spell as she knows her fantasy witchery, but it yields no significant result. There’s the last hope she had. Abigail sighs grudgingly as she tucks the book into her bag and left it in the bed. She grabs the wand and tries what she did again to make it a necklace again. She holds it near her neck and squeezed the pendant once more. She wasn’t disappointed with the attempt she did. The wand glows as the vines crawl on her neck and their tip joined, making the lace of the necklace. As she opens her hand, the golden crescent moon and the gemstone was back.

Satisfied, she grabs her robe and wears it once more. Even she’s new, she feels incomplete without her robe on. It makes her even feel more of what she needs to feel, being a witch. “That’s sorted, the only problem is I don’t know what to do with this wand. At least, that worked.” She decides to just follow the rest of her companions in the dining room. She feels weaker just laying on the bed even though it’s tempting to just spend the rest of the day on it. She looks at the mirror to check what she looks like, her hair was a bit messy, but she doesn’t know where she can borrow a comb.

Abigail walks downstairs and into a room where there’s a massive dining table, a chandelier that has candles with blue fire as the light source, and some fancy things she wasn’t aware of. The inn’s dining room is fancy enough to even mistaken it as a dining room in a castle or a mansion. “Crocus!” Keeana happily shouted with her mouth full. At the table, there were strange yet delicious-looking delicacies served to them. There was a lot to choose from. Three unfamiliar people joined her companions, but they seem all getting along quite nicely. “Take a seat, Crocus. Join us.” Lavena said as she pats the chair beside her which is vacant. Abigail obliges happily as she sits beside her. Unlike the fancy restaurants she has been to, there’s not a lot of utensils in front of the table, just a normal tablespoon, a soup spoon, a fork, a knife which is a strange shape. It’s a bit curvier than the normal knife she saw before.

“Eat and enjoy yourself.” Lavena smiles at her and continued eating. “Crocus, Crocus! You should try this Roasted Fluffy Duck! This is the best thing I ever tasted yet! Speaking of it, maybe try some of these bread to dip it on the gravy that was made by this duck’s stock!” Abigail smiles at Keeana’s energy, she wasn’t as this energetic as before they first met. She might have been shy to show her true colors to her before. She was also angry at Gallant for not taking everything seriously as well. “I will try everything here as much as I can.” She looks around as she started taking small amounts of the main and big things served on the table. She also poured some soup into her soup bowl. Even with the small quantities of the food on her plate, it started to overcrowd. She decides to taste some of it. There’s a lot of resemblance to the foods she has eaten in real life. She’s not expecting anything great at all. But, she doesn’t expect it to be this familiar to real food in the reality. How could a computer process all of this? This is all surreal!

“How was it?” Wren asked her as he rips the flesh of a drumstick from the Roasted Fluffy Duck recipe. “It’s good. A lot of these are delicious, I am not lying. This is my first time to ever taste these.” She said as she tries the salad with much different yet similar ingredients as the common salad she serves herself sometimes. It comes with a unique salad dressing to match it. “What’s the salad dressing made of?” “Based on its taste, it might be one of those that are made of oil that came from a certain type of flower. What is it again…? E-ei… Eikopess.” Winsel said as he eat some of the salad that he has, in fact, it was the only thing on his plate. “It creates a flavor on the salad that could make it appeal to the taste buds of children when forced to eat a salad.” Winsel laughs, “That was some funny self roast, Edsel.” He smirks at him. “What? It’s the truth. Besides, I am right. It makes the salad even much better than its plain flavor. I couldn’t eat a salad without it and you can’t change my mind!”

“While they are arguing about a petty discussion—” “It’s not petty, Lavena. It’s the determiner of your personality.” Lavena rolls her eyes, “Whatever. Anyway, you could meet the three other people in this inn. They were travelers too.” She looks at the three on the other side and end of the table. There were two men and one lady. “This is Peter, Estelle, and Naval.” Estelle waves at her with a big smile on her face. “Hi!” She said with a high-pitched voice, much higher than Lavena’s voice. She has brunette hair that fades into a vibrant green color. “Hey,” Peter said, he was the man with black hair and with two different colored eyes. With his appearance, he looked like emo to Abigail. Especially with the collar, he has on his neck. The last person is the strangest of them all. His skin color is bluish with some streaks of a much lighter blue. His face looks like a human but there are some of his exposed parts of the body that are very strange at the first sight. He has gill-like ears and he has small yet exposed horns on his head that look like branches of a tree. His hair is a much, much darker tone of blue and it’s long that it reaches his shoulder. The rest of his body is covered by a suit and a frayed coat. “Hi.” He greeted them, with the tone of his voice, he’s a shy one.

Abigail was a bit mesmerized by his looks. In front of her is a creature she can only see in the Pinterest artist boards. But now, it’s sitting on a chair with one whole meat in front of it, alive and breathing. It’s also talking. She thought the artists’ arts were realistic enough, she doesn’t know what she got into. “You’re… some kind of a dragon or something.” “Uhm… No, I will be a majestic and respected creature if I were. I am a merman, the walking kind.” Naval said with a stutter in between the lines. “Y-yeah, nice to meet you.” He added quite awkwardly. “We were just talking about their travels before you went here and also sharing ours.”

“Yep, we just told the rest here that we are traveling to find our purpose. Since the three of us is kind of… I can’t say a disgrace. It’s just people ignore us since we are the lesser ones than their village heroes or professionals.” Peter said as he slurps some soup. “Yeah, it’s a bit of a privilege and a bit embarrassing that we have the guts to eat with you all. You guys are known to be the heroes of the continent, aren’t you all?” Estelle added, setting her hair behind her hair. “While us, Peter is a defective werewolf, he’s having troubles of transforming. I am a daughter of a druid that has her parent’s powers but unable to use them for the most part, aka a failure. And, Naval here not being better at anything because everyone in his village is ‘better than him.” Peter crosses his legs and leans on the chair, “So, we did what we need to do. We ran away from our homes, either to cope or just plain remove ourselves from the society we belong in. Besides, as they say, we have no good use for them to advance to best the humans. A pain, but, honestly, it’s worth it being away from our elders and the other youths that are supposed to help us.”

Abigail looks at them, “Is it that bad for you guys to run away from them?” Peter laughs, “Oh, you don’t know how much emotional suffering we managed to take in all of the years we exist. We are glad to find this place, you know? Running away from those ogres has benefits. We can retreat all the way to the north to find this lovely quaint place. This is also the first place that we don’t need to hide from everybody.” Estelle smiles, “If I am not mistaken, you’re one of the fabled witches right? Floral witch…” She suddenly stopped talking and froze. It was an awkward silence until Naval shakes her. Her eyes suddenly turns black and pushed Naval into a wall harshly. She looks at Abigail, “The Floral Witch.”