I Became My Vampire Witch Character Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Where There is Smoke

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Chapter 4: Where There is Smoke Elanore began the process of shaping the large rock using magic. She hollowed it out and formed it into a large bowl with lips, otherwise known as a cauldron. “[Inspect],” she said towards the object. https://i.ibb.co/dwxg32Kh/Cauldron.png “Huh, the first time that an item presented is not super over powered. I guess this makes sense when I haven’t enchanted it.” The vampire thought back to her time enchanting items in the game and remembered it with a fond grin. “I guess it’s not so bad that I lost all of my items. I can just gather more! There are places to explore, people to meet, and things to enchant. And on top of that, I don’t feel the least bit tired.” It was commonplace for Ella to get exhausted in her old life. Perhaps it was the fact that she consumed so many energy drinks? She must’ve messed up her circadian rhythm. “Why is it called a circadian rhythm? Is it because it’s circular like this cauldron?” A new thought emerged from her line of questions. Will I even have to sleep in this body? Though, she shrugged that line of thinking away. Much like her other little thought trails, this one didn’t go very far. It was more like a small path in the woods, and then it’s stopped by a fallen tree. Though, I do wonder if my house exists here. In the game, it was commonplace for people to have their own houses to store items or invite guild members over. Elanore never had a proper guild. She believed that doing so would only hamper her path to become the strongest she possibly could. Either way, she cast her pink mist of mana over the cauldron and filed it away into her inventory. Hopefully, I will reach a settlement before nightfall. Though, who would deny a pink lady entry into their garden? “No, doing so would be an affront to such a pretty color. It would be like denying the pretty flower on the end of a rose bush.” She giggled to herself and began to follow along the river for hopefully the last time. And it didn’t take her overly long to find the first semblances of people. There were no people-shaped flesh thingies, but there were objects that people-shaped flesh thingies used. There was a broken cart in the middle of the forest, and time had seemingly taken its toll on the object. The wood was splintered from the wreckage, and the wheels were broken off. Bits of moss had started growing on the sides of it, and the inside was almost completely empty, save for a skeleton and a small bag affixed to his side. Would my spell work on a dead body? “[Inspect]” https://i.ibb.co/7dCyqsdB/Skeleton.png Huh, I kind of expected more from inspecting a dead body. What use is there in knowing it’s a skeleton? I can fucking see it’s a skeleton! She focused her attention instead on the small brown bag. It was sealed with a little red rope and a small golden tag. “Finders keepers, losers weepers,” Elanore said, taking the little bag into her hands. She undid the red rope, and the bag came open in her palm. A few small, rusted coins were inside, and along with it, a tiny folded note. Safe Travels, dear Atohl. Elanore couldn’t help cringing. She stared down at the skeleton. “It looks like you didn’t have very safe travels, buddy. Unless? Maybe you’re not Atohl. Either way, I am sorry for your passing, but I need these coins.” Ella put her hands together in prayer. “I wish you safe travels in the afterlife. Maybe you are as overpowered as me right now?” For a brief moment, Ella wondered if her old body was turning into a skeleton somewhere. She stored away the bag with coins in it and sighed once more. “I really am going to have to fly up, aren’t I?” Ella gripped her staff and started to soar into the sky above. She climbed over the enormous trees, until she was firmly over them. The wind danced against her skin, and the sun hovered high above her, warming her body. The ground below grew distant within a few seconds, but the feeling was enough to last her an eternity. She imagined that flying would feel lik