I Reincarnated as an NPC Witch

Loss in Words

“Yeah…” Keeana nods with a bit of confusion in her voice. Abigail feels the long and pointy ears she has. “I didn’t saw this before…” The brunette girl shrugs, “It’s a bit hidden in your hair. So, that’s why you didn’t saw it. That’s a strange word choice, isn’t it?” She sighs, “Well, about that.” Abigail slowly descends her body to sit on the log that faces the unlit fire. “It’s the perfect word choice. As I have said earlier, I am new here.”

Wren, who just came into consciousness, was visibly confused. “So, what’s the biggie then?” Abigail looks at him, “You have elf ears, it’s pretty normal for an elf. What’s wrong with it?” She sighs, “It’s not normal for me to have elf ears nor to be an elf. I am a human and I don’t live in this world.” Keeana looks at her with shock in her eyes. Wren was still looking confused but neither shock nor even visibly bothered with what he just listened to. “Then, what happened to you?” Keeana looks at her with scrutiny in her eyes. She’s now interested in what Gallant has been trying to say to them. Abigail took a deep breath and sighs, “You see, I am from this world called Earth. Unlike yours, it’s not magical in any way. At least, that’s what I thought. It is all just run by this genius and logical magic, whatever you put it. I am not a witch, I am a normal human with an occupation to entertain people on something that will be complicated to explain to you.”

“Electronics? That’s interesting.” Abigail looks at Wren with a hint of hope in her eyes. “Why is it interesting?” He looks at her then shrugs, “Just saying that. Those are fairly new to me to hear. So, that’s why they are interesting.” From the single gleam of hope, it all crumbles into dust. Abigail continues her story, rather disappointed. Wren could be her yet another hope in this world that she’s lost in. She doesn’t need to travel miles in these forsaken lands just to get to the person she doesn’t even know if it could help her. Her chances are still chances and it’s rather vague for her. It’s not something certain and that’s what makes it dangerous for her. The possibility of that person being her hope and even finding him is as blurry as a blizzard. She can’t see the end of this journey. Even though she can take a glimpse of it, it’s still uncertain.

She sighs, “As someone in need to entertain people and please them. It’s one of my job or, at least, I am thinking it’s my job, to interview certain people.” Gallant snickered, “Pleasing people? That’s quite a hard job. I will tip a hat for you, although, I have none.” Abigail glares at him but decides not to throw a fit over his comments for a while. “Anyway, as I said, I was in this thing where I ask people. Mostly about their lives and the things they are known to be doing. For example,” she looks at Keeana, “You are a hero, right? You are called a hero.”

“If you put it that way, yeah.” Gallant nudges her, “Keeana is not the best to ask if it’s about boosting her self-esteem. Yes, we are heroes. We saved a couple, well, many people already. We almost changed the world. Many heroic deeds. Name it, we’ve done it. So, I think we are worthy to call heroes.” Wren chuckles to himself, “Whatever this funny guy says.” Abigail clears her throat, “Well, there, I guess that’s an executive judgment. If you were in an interview, I will ask you about how you became heroes, what are you feeling about it, and other personal things.”

“So, in general, you are just interrogating us? Although, not in a bad way like those guards?” She nods, “Yeah, that’s the much easier way to explain that.” “What does it have to do about you ending up in here?” Gallant looks at her, displaying a bored face. “Did you just ask someone, ‘Hey, are you some occult witch?’ And then they zap you here to be a witch yourself?” She looks at Wren, “I don’t know if you are mocking me or not…” “I am not. I am just laying the possibilities here. Besides, what’s good of a story without some misfits and cackles?” Keeana glares at him, “This is obviously sounding like a distressing story, Wren. Could you have a better attitude than that?” He sighs, “I am not making this sound like a joke. I am making a joke around it. Besides, it’s not far-fetched for her world to have occult witches of some kind. She said it was magicless or, with the exact phrase, ‘what she thought.’” He shrugs at Keeana who just rolled her eyes.

“Well, the occult witches can be a little possibility—” “See—” Abigail cuts him before he even continues, “But, it’s not the highest one. You see, they aren’t even witches, to begin with. They are wizards, men if you will.”

“Are joking right now? I thought there are no magical things in  your world?” She sighs, “Then, how on earth did I end up here then!?” Gallant shrugs, “I don’t know, your stupidity?” She looks at him with a hint of annoyance on her face, “And why would you assume that, huh?” He snickers, “I don’t know, you seem that type that would fall into a hole and somehow end up here.” She took a deep breath, “Well, you are that kind that is easy to assume that you are going to be fooled by your own judgment.”

The smug smile that Gallant had on his face was wiped out. He looks like he was slapped. Before he can even take his revenge, one person stopped their fights. “If you two are going to fight for that naive reason, I am not going to hesitate to leave you two in this forest.” It was a new voice. Abigail looks up and saw a familiar face. With her heart-shaped face and long blonde hair that hangs down to her bottom, she identified her. “C-catrina?” The said woman looks at her with rather a darting look, “How did you know me?” Her arms that are covered with leather pouches are crossed. All of it has something clipped inside. She was wearing a leathery robe with a dress inside. For a character that she is, almost every part that is reachable in her robe has pockets. Abigail searches for something to reason without confusing more of them, “They told me your name.” She gulps, “I am glad that you are already awake.”

“I was even before and just listening to what you are talking about while I rest my head. I am not going to be bothered until Gallant’s stupidity strikes again.” “What—” Before he can even finish, she glares at him. He stopped talking and shuts himself, “I am not in a good mood and I just woke up. Those two are mixed right now and you don’t want to yet another ingredient to this dangerous concoction, Gallant.” He sighs, “I am. Thank me later.” She ignores him and looks at her. She studies her from the top of her head to the tip of her toe. “So, you’re the witch we… Well, they are finding, aren’t you?” She sighs, “For the sake of whatever is happening right now. Yes, I am the witch that you are finding.” Catrina sits on a separate log from everyone, “But, you said you are from somewhere. Rather than a witch, you are an entertainer.” Abigail sighs, “Well, yes, I was. Until… they made me sleep and then, somewhat I end up here. I don’t know how and why. But, apparently, I am now a witch.”

“That’s bad for you. But, I can’t find the sympathy I needed to give to you. I wouldn’t blame you for that but I can blame you if you die out here. Thank you for helping us.” She walks away and comes back to her own sleeping bag. Keeana sighs, “I am sorry for Catrina. She’s been like that since…” She gulps, she looks around. She sighs, “Nevermind. Her name should not be pronounced again. It’s in the past. Catrina has a sharp ear for her name as well. She will be very mad if we are telling her tale again. Her sour behavior will be much sour if she hears it again.” Even with the great curiosity she has, Abigail decides not to further question what Keeana is telling her. “I understand.” She looks at the rest of them who are still resting from the great wounds and pain they have suffered. “If you may excuse me…” She tucked herself in a corner and sits under a tree. She grabbed the handkerchieves in her bag and unfolds them. It unveils her brewing equipment. She grasps on the grimoire and flips it open. She looks at the table of contents and browses through it. She searches for potions that were easy and important for the adventure that is waiting for her.

“I’ll be just in a hunt! It’s starting to get dark, that one tree tiger won’t satisfy our hunger.” Wren nods, “It’s a bit young too. I don’t think we can even eat its meat.” He snickers, “One lone young tiger tried to be brave.” He looks at Keeana, “Do you want to split up?” She nods, “Sure, although, the east has much more docile animals to hunt. Maybe we can split in the area of our sight there.” He nods as he unfolds his wings. Abigail can see its glory from her own position. Her eyes were not joking, those were really Wren’s wings, just like in the video game. Unlike on there, she can see the glory of it in person. “I never thought I can be impressed once more with your wings.” She muttered to herself. He raises his wings, stretching them as much as he can and he takes his flight. With one giant flap that forced the others to wake up, he rises up the tall trees. The air that his wings are creating can even be felt from the ground. “Let’s go!” Keeana shouted as she leaps onto the branches of the trees. He follows her through her trek through the forest, swinging through vines and landing on branches.

After observing them, Abigail continues in her learning about the ways to be a witch. She learns every ingredient in the bottles she has and how to find them. At one point, she noticed something. Her catalyst ingredient was getting low. She looks around and deep into the forest. “I can’t even see the meadows here. We have come a long long way.” She stands and wipes the dirt out of her robe. She looks at the people back at the camp, they were minding their own business. Gallant was collecting things again, Catrina seems to have her own experiments, the remaining three were in their own sleeping mats. Even awake, they were still laying there.

Abigail decided to collect some of the catalysts she needs for potion brewing. She looks at her book, “Nightingale Bluebells. Hey, that’s my alias.” She giggles to herself, “The Nightingale Bluebell can be found in forests in dark spots. They look like blue flowers with a bell shape, hanging from trees. At night, their pollens emit a glow that attracts insect eaters.” She looks around, “This shouldn’t take a while.” She started to walk through the trees without even hesitating. She searches for the bluebell that she needs to craft the catalyst that would be important in her potion brewing. She looks back from where she came from and she was confused. She can’t see her area from before. She started to look for it, dropping her mission to search for the Nightingale Bluebell. As she was searching for her starting point, she encountered yet another ferocious beast. She lets out a scream, “Help!”