The worlds best Alchemist

The villagers call me a witch, and they're not one hundred percent wrong. At least, I used to be. I look up at the sizeable outstretched forest in front of me, inhale deeply, and breathe in the beautiful fresh air as I tend to my garden. My name is Wren. I'm 24 years old and a witch. Or at least I used to me. It's kinda hard to explain, but I'll try my best. So I'm actually not Wren. My real name is Katie Solomon. I was also a 24-year-old girl from America. My life before becoming Wren wasn't all that exciting. I mean, I was going to school to be a teacher, and I lived with my parents and little brother. I loved my family, and yes, I did have fantasies about this kind of stuff, but I never once thought it would happen. It was just a fun way to get through the day to have those make-believe stories. And I'm not even sure how I died or if I died in the first place. This could be a long dream, or maybe I'm in a coma or something... either way. Now that I have the little backstory out of the way, I will explain more. It has been 3 months since I woke up as Wren. I obviously had my past memories, and I have most memories from Wrens life till now. And she...was a witch. And when I say that, I mean the not-so-lovely type. She would use hexes on the villagers who upset her or "got on her nerves," and I don't really blame her. The villagers were not friendly to her even before she started all the curses and hexes...no one ever died because it was never her intention to cause real harm. She was just upset that they treated her the way they did. You see, Wrens' mother moved into a cottage outside the village 20 years ago. And her mother was a witch too. And at first, the people in the village didn't treat them any differently. They would ask for herbal remedies when others had fevers or different ailments, and they would bring Wrens' mother food and other supplies for which she didn't have the money to buy, but they did paid her for her remedies sometimes. It was a happy and simple life. I'm honestly jealous of it. It's something I have always wanted in my other life. However, the peaceful life didn't last. Soon the village started to grow. Some people moved away, and others who didn't share the same care and respect for everyone else moved in, and then that's when the bad treatment started. Some of the newcomers didn't like that Wren's mother was a witch. Even though she hadn't done anything to them, it was "You don't know what she is doing in there. Maybe she put a curse to kill us all!" And for the children that used to play with Wren, it was "maybe she is helping her mother to make the children sick, or she is controlling them with her spells." Silly things that are definitely not possible. Not too long after, Wren's mother got sick, and no one would help. Even when Wren would beg and cry for someone to help, she was met with doors in her face and others walking away from her. I feel awful for her. And so...2 months after. Her mother passed away...it wasn't from a cold, but I think something more that they probably don't have the technology for in this era of time. And no, this is not a story of me becoming this fantastic doctor and helping people with diseases...remember, I was going to be a teacher, not a doctor. However, I have all the books that Wren's mother and Wren herself have made over the years, so I have some of that knowledge, and I can at least take care of myself when needed. And I did study herbalism when I lived as Katie too. Nothing that was something to brag about, but it was something I was passionate about in my past life too. I remember the small garden I had with my mother in our backyard, tomatoes, green beans, zucchini, and cucumbers. So I really do have a lot of fun every day here. I will say this. Trying to undo all of the hexes and curses she had done over the years and properly getting rid of them was a big pain in the butt. It took me two weeks to clean out the whole cottage of it all. Oh...and one more thing. It's a little out of the blue, but, Wren is pregnant. If I'm remembering right it was from a lover she had in the village. He was just some dude who came to her one night for "something" and she didn't turn him away. I can understand that. She has probably been really lonely all these years.’ but it sucks for me because I had been abstinent for years in my old life. And waking up in the body of a 2-month pregnant woman kind of sucks...don't get me wrong, I have always wanted a family and children of my own, but the guy is not even in the village anymore. He left soon after, and Wren never got to tell him 'not that he probably cared anyway.' Anyway...I have been talking too much. 'HaHa it's funny. I tell my life story, and I'm talking about talking too much,’ and I'm the only one I talk to anyway, besides Wrens cat...haha, I had a cat in my other life too...maybe I was a witch then, too, and just didn't know it. Well, as I was saying, I'm outside in the garden tending to my vegetable and herbs and just enjoying another beautiful day in this life I have been given. And I plan on making the most out of it. 'I'm going to do all the gardening, cooking and sleeping that I could never do in my other life.’ I see Kale, the cat lying by the window of our tiny cottage home as if he is waiting for me to come back inside from the heat; he is a black cat that I think came to Wren's yard one day. She started feeding him, so he began to hang around...and now he stays here almost all the time. Besides, when he walks off to go 'hunting,' but right now, he seems to be enjoying the soft breeze that has just come in. I pick up the few vegetables and fruits I have been working on collecting for the past couple of hours. I walk over to the well to pick up a bucket of water before walking into the house. Shutting the door behind me, walked into the kitchen; I put the food into the bucket as I cleaned them all, wiping any dirt off them. After drying them, I set them aside on the cutting board and chop them all up. About 10 minutes later, I am just relaxing, waiting for everything I am cooking to be done.’This is a peaceful life, and I like how the fireplace doubles as the fire that will keep me warm tonight’ Finally, my simple vegetable stew is done. I place some in a bowl and set it down on the table, and then I make dinner for my furry friend, and we both sit at the table and enjoy our meal. I smile bitterly to myself, missing both my mother from my old life and also Wren's mother...feeling a little lonely. Don't get me wrong. I'm not fully embracing this life, but in the stories I used to read in my old life, I always hated when the characters whose souls went into new bodies were always like, 'Im so and so, not so and so.' It was just like, 'but you are her now. Try your best with your new life', so that is what I am trying to do. I clean up the dishes and wash myself up, getting ready for bed. Laying down relaxing, I think more about my new reality. I have been having a little fun with the village people since I got here. 'Hehe,' I did say they were unjustly scared of Wren's mother, and after she died, that transferred to Wren too. of course, she didn't make things easier for herself when she would actually put hexes on people and scared the living crap out of the people living in the village. But I have been trying to make a better name for myself since I arrived. Going into town to get things, and making comments to others as they pass by. Like "have a nice day," or "it's beautiful today," and just trying to slowly have maybe one or two villagers warm up to me. And yes, I know that will be easier said than done. But I can still try my best. And when the belly starts showing that's going to be hard too. It would be nice to have someone who can help me during winter, even more so when I have to give birth. I definitely can't do that alone. If the worst happens we could both die without a single person to help. 'That will help make my life her easier if I know that someone down the hill is not looking at me like they wish I would just drop dead’.’ As I drift off to sleep with my beautiful Kale lying by my side, I look forward to my next trip into town. I can't wait.’