I Reincarnated as an NPC Witch

Confusion Between

Keeana pulled Abigail and climbed a tree with her. At first, she was struggling to take a fine grip on the bumps or holes of the tree. Minutes of struggle and pure panic later, she was able to take a seat beside Keeana on a branch of a tree. “What’s happening?” Her confusion fades as she heard a roaring and dangerous purr nearby. She looks at where the noise was coming from. She saw a ferocious beast that resembles a Bengal Tiger. Although, it has a brown color theme in its body, unlike the tiger she knows back in her world. Its tail looks like a flexible branch of a tree. Its emerald eyes look at them, sending shivers to their spine. “Another of those Tree Tigers… These things are hard to pierce with arrows.” Keeana aims at the tiger and shoots it. It pierced its chest. The creature shrieks in pain. Even with a sharp arrow pierced into its chest, it wasn’t still down. Abigail turns her head at Gallant who is quietly sneaking up on the tiger with his sword in his left hand. He suddenly leaps and thrusts the sword on the back of the beast as he lands. It roared in pain. It made a crunchy cracking sound as the sword pierces through its skin. Gallant finishes it by moving his sword forward a little bit, inflicting more damage. When he draws his sword, it was full of green goo that connects to its body.

“Disgusting.” He slices the string of sticky and gooey substance out from his sword. Keeana went down the tree with Abigail. The latter was feeling sick with the action she has witnessed. She usually sees these in horror games but it impacts differently when she witnesses them in action. “What is this green thing? Is this its blood!?” Keeana nods, “Yeah, these things are a great resource of sap and a great food source as well.” Gallant carried the big animal nearer their camp. She looks at Abigail, “Anyway, before this disrespectful beast interrupted us. Are you Crocus, The Floral Witch?”

“Well, Gallant said that I am.” Keeana was rather confused, “What? Gallant said that to you?” She looks at Gallant and back to her, “What do you mean? Aren’t you the one we are finding?” “She’s the one.” Gallant wipes the dust off his hands, “I don’t really know what happened to her. She said to me she woke up in this world and boom, apparently, she’s the witch.” Keeana looks at the warrior, “Are you sure? Or did you got lazy again and find some normal witch out there? Gallant, you know this is important—” “She IS the floral witch, Keeana. I can’t find any woman or even a man in that area. I found a hut and it contains this annoying little lady who doesn’t know herself.”

“Excuse me!?” Abigail looks at him, “I thought you aren’t going to say anything crap about me?” “Stop!” Keeana shouted as she looks at both of them. “Explain to me what really happened. Don’t fight in front of me.” Gallant sighs, “I go to the place that has so many flowers. I go to the hut in the middle of that place. I find this lady in the hut, completely oblivious to who she is. I bring this lady who’s still doesn’t know herself here. End story.” She groans, “That doesn’t make any sense, Gallant!” “What? What makes sense to you? Those things are what I did for the rest of this day. Oh wait, add that I need to be with this girl for like one painful hour. This is a nagger.”

“Are you saying that this isn’t the real witch?” Gallant groans, “Look at her, look at her.” He holds her shoulder to keep her in place. He raises her chin, “Purple hair, this body, a witch robe, and has a lot of her things centered in flowers. Things you could expect from a floral witch herself. She even brewed some potions for us.” He pulls out some of the potions that Abigail brewed. “I am just going what he is saying. I am relatively new to this world. And, you gave me someone that couldn’t explain to me properly where I am. And, you also gave me someone that couldn’t listen to what I am saying and my side because he is a complete DOUCHE-bag.” Abigail mockingly smiles at Gallant with a hint of annoyance. “So, whatever I am known to this world, I am that. I am Crocus the Witch, I guess. Even though I just got trapped here by the other two evil jerks.”

Keeana sits on a log that was set near the fire. “So, you are not the true witch is what I am getting here.” She glares at Gallant, “I swear, she’s the only one who’s in that house. We don’t know, maybe she just drank one of her potions before. Then, she’s like that now.” Abigail sighs, “I don’t know if I am the true witch because I am not from here. I just woke up in the bed in that hut with these robes, this dress, and apparently, I am a witch.”

“You’re really useless, Gallant.” “What? Even if she’s not the true witch or whatever, she brewed us some potions. Maybe she can redeem herself. Besides, she packed everything there. So, when the true witch comes, she will be hunting for this impostor and we will meet the true one.” Abigail looks at him with fear in her eyes, “W-what?” Keeana groans and rolls her eyes, “Whatever, Gallant.” She looks at the poor lost lady, “So, you can brew some potions?” Abigail looks at her as she gulps, “I just recently learned about the regeneration potion. I don’t know if those will work.” Keeana laughs nervously, “Oh heavens, we’re hearing that from the witch herself. This is a bad idea. I hate you, Gallant.” She sighs, “Oh well, let’s be positive about it. Besides, you have some manual or some crap you could use right?” Abigail nods, “I followed every instruction from the book.” Keeana smiles, “You know what, let’s be positive.” She snatched one of the bottles from Gallant’s hand, “Every potion here is the same?” Abigail nods once more, “A multi-purpose regeneration potion as the book said.”

Keeana approached a man that was resting on a pile of leaf under a tree. She raises his head and flicks the cork out from the bottle. She flips it and pours the potion on the small gap of the mouth. “All of it?” Abigail was a bit hesitant to say yes. She grabbed the grimoire really quick and read how many ounces should someone drink from the potion. “All of it.” She muttered, she wasn’t even sure of that answer as well. Even though she read it from the book. “I am sure the potion bottles are the amount someone would consume potions…” Keeana shrugs as she lets the unconscious man chug all of the remaining liquid in the bottle. She sets him down once it was finished. “Let’s witness what’s going to happen.”

Uneventful minutes later, while Abigail is feasting on the barbecue she was offered to. She saw the wound on the person’s arm slowly fades. “Guys!” She shouted as they all approached the unconscious person. “It’s working.” She added as they watch the wound slowly heals. The man’s fingers move. “Wow,” Gallant muttered in his breath. The man slowly opens his eyes. Abigail’s smile widens, “It’s working! Working!” She looks at Gallant, “Hah!” He sighs. As the other two starts yet another fight, Keeana approaches the person in front of them. “Wren!” He looks at her with his eyes half-open, “K-keeana…?” He looks around. Confusion was printed on his face, “What happened?” He immediately rises up with a second of hold back mid-way through with the sudden jolt of headache he felt. “Be careful. Don’t rise up just like that.” Keeana assisted him to lay down once more. Wren groans as he looks around.

In his eyes, he can see a blurry vision of a man next to a woman just beside him. “Who are they?” He looks at Keeana. “Gallant and the witch we are finding for.” His face lightens up as he looks back at the two figures beside him. Abigail looks at him. He has messy ash blonde hair. He has a pale complexion and he seems tall. Although, the eye-catching feature he has is the thing on his back. It sometimes moves with him. Out of curiosity, she approached him. “Hello, are you feeling okay?” She asks him as he nods. “Just a little bit of headache.” Wren looks up at her. “You’re the floral witch, huh?” She sighs, “To not cause further confusion, yes. I am the floral witch you were finding.” She smiles at him, “I am glad to see that the potion I brewed worked.”

“Yeah, thank you.” He raises himself up slowly to lean on the tree. “I am Crocus. You’re supposed to be Wren, right?” He looks at her, quite confused. “How did you know?” Abigail was about to say something but she stopped. She took a deep breath and exhaled, “I heard it from Keeana. I am sorry if that spooked you.” Wren giggled, “It’s fine. I shouldn’t be supposed to ask that. It’s a little bit dumb, innit?” He looks at her as Abigail just smiles. She looks at Gallant, “I supposed we need to help your other friends?” She squints her eyes at him. “Oh, right.” He puts the other potions aside and approached the rest of them. All of them slowly heal, if not seconds, it took them minutes to finally wake up. Their wounds fade and heal and all of their pain disappears. The potions Abigail brewed worked tremendously.

“Thank you.” She turns her head as she saw Keeana behind her. “Oh, your welcome. I am happy to help all of you.” She smiles at her. “We might be staying here for a week if you didn’t help us. Some of us might not survive with the wounds we gained. We deeply appreciate your help and are thankful for it.” Keeana holds her hand, “How could we pay you back for this kindness?” Abigail looks at her, a little bit surprised by the sudden action. “I don’t seek for anything in return. Although, I want to go with you wherever you will go. I need to find a person named Garett.” Keeana was a little bit shocked with what she said, “Garett? Why do you need to find him?” She sighs, “It’s a little bit complicated. I just know that he can help me and maybe you all.” The lady in front of her was a bit hesitant with her plan. She sighs, “Sure, we will help you find him. We don’t know where will last saw him. He was just gone.” She took a deep breath, “But, I am sure that we can find him again. Besides, he might be just in this western part of the continent. It will not be easy but we’ll try.”

“You seem a little bit in question with it.” The girl looks at her, “He’s in a bad shape from the last he was with us. He was sick and wounded.” She sighs, “The thing is, we don’t know if we will find him alive.” Abigail looks at her with hope in her eyes, “Don’t worry. We will not find his corpse. We will find him well, alive. Or if that’s too much, we will find him with little to no wounds.” Keeana shrugs, “We don’t know. There’s a current war on-going on the horizon. Since he’s an ogre, people might already attack him.” She looks at her, “I am quite surprised that you are finding someone like him. Elves aren’t on good terms with them.”

“What do you mean?” Abigail asked, utterly confused. “You are an elf, right? Your ears say so.” She holds her ears and feels them, “Wait, what?”