Wandering witch the journey of elaina

A Girl as Sweet as Flowers

It was the start of an in-between season, not quite spring, not quite summer.

Cutting through the cool, dry air, I flew among the broad-leaved trees of a

forest. The forest seemed to be quite expansive; I’d been making my way

through for some time now, but there was no end in sight.

As I wove my broom right and left to dodge the trees overhanging the

extremely narrow path, the pesky branches kept rubbing against me.

I couldn’t see the sky from where I was. Far off in the distance, I could

just barely make out something sparkling on the other side of the mesh of

green. The trees were too overgrown for me to see anything more.

“…Whoopsie.”

Because I had been looking up instead of ahead, a tree branch had

snatched my pointy hat. I stopped, went back, retrieved it, and then was on

my way through the cramped forest again.

These woods are so dense. I should’ve just flown over them, I thought

regretfully, but it was already too late. I had come far enough that doubling

back now would take too much time. I could try to force my way up and out,

but I had a feeling my hat wouldn’t be the only casualty.

Somehow, it felt like I was always running late these days. As for whose

fault that was, it was…well, completely mine, but so what? I kept on flying,

mentally complaining to no one in particular.

I don’t know how far it was, but after a while, the path suddenly opened

up.

“Whoa…,” I murmured.

There in the clearing was a field of flowers.

As I approached, I saw flowers of red, blue, yellow, and other hues spread

out below me. Every one of them was standing tall and proud, reaching for

the sun. When the breeze from my broom brushed past the blossoms, petals

scattered into the wind along with a refreshing aroma.

The fragrance, sweet enough to cleanse the depths of my soul, wafted up

as the vibrantly colored blossoms danced in the breeze. Holding my hat with

one hand so it wouldn’t fly off, I slowed my broom.

Here was a whole other world in the middle of the forest. My heart was

captivated.

“…Oh my.”

Among the field of vivid colors, I saw a human form.

I wonder if that’s the caretaker of this place? I turned my broom in that

direction.

“Um, excuse me?”

When I called out from atop my broom, the person remained seated but

turned to face me. She was a lovely girl about my age. “Oh, hello.”

“Hello. Are you the caretaker?”

She shook her head. “No. There is no caretaker here. I’m just here

because I like the flowers.”

“No caretaker…? You mean these flowers are wild?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Wow.

I had thought flower fields only grew under the supervision of humans.

Although I suppose flowers existed before humans did, so it’s not like they

needed us to grow. But to think such amazing scenery could exist just by the

power of nature, without a helping human hand…

Incredible.

“Are you a witch?” Noticing my chest, the girl tilted her head.

“Indeed. I’m on a journey.”

“How wonderful— Oh, actually, in that case, I have a request.”

“Sure, if it’s something I can do.”

The girl picked a number of flowers, removed her jacket, wrapped it

around them, and held them out to me. It was an impromptu bouquet. “If it’s

all right, I’d like you to take this bouquet to the country you’re going to.”

“Is there someone you want me to give them to?” I asked in confusion as I

accepted the bouquet.

“No one in particular. I only ask that they be given to someone who can

appreciate their beauty. That much is important.”

Meaning, I suppose, that you want to spread the word about this flower

field.

I certainly understood the desire to show this beautiful vista to someone.

“In other words, you want me to advertise the flower field, right?”

“Do you not want to?”

“No, I don’t mind at all. In fact, I’m more than happy to,” I replied.

The girl smiled with deep relief and said, “Thank goodness.”

For a short while after that, we engaged in light but lively conversation.

At least, I think we did. I told her about the places I had visited so far, and

she told me about her favorite flowers.

After we had passed some pleasant time together, I said, “Well then, I’m

going to continue on, so I’ll give your flowers to someone in the next

country, okay?”

“I’m counting on you, Miss Traveler.” She shook my hand with a smile.

“……”

Something felt strange. “You can’t leave this place, can you?”

“No, I can’t,” she told me plainly. “I’m fine, really, as long as I stay here

in this flower field. I spend all day with the flowers. I’m happy just being

here in the sunlight. Isn’t it wonderful?”

The girl never got up from her spot.

“Stop right there, missy. Hey, I said stop!”

I had flown my broom several hours from the flower field and arrived at

another country when a guard in black clothing came out to greet me in a

less-than-welcoming tone of voice.

He has no reason to yell at me like that, and why’s he calling me

“missy”?! Even the most good-natured person in the world would have a

hard time being treated this way. Naturally, I got a bit angry.

However, I didn’t let it show. I’m an adult, after all.

“You a traveler?”

“Yes. Can’t you can tell by looking at me?”

“What’s with that bouquet?”

“Oh, it’s nothing really.”

“……”

“What?”

“Lemme see it.” He pushed toward me and snatched the bouquet from my

hands.

“Wha—? Hey!” Enough was enough, and I wasn’t about to let him treat

me this way. I got down from my broom, grabbed ahold of the flowers, and

tried to take them back. But the guard brushed my hands aside and stared so

hard at the flowers you’d think he was trying to burn a hole through them.

My protests had no effect.

To make matters worse, the man just grimaced and muttered, “Wait a

minute… Are these from—?” but I had no idea what he was on about.

…This guard is such a jerk.

“Where did you get these?” he asked.

“What does it matter? Give them back.”

“Don’t tell me you picked them up in a flower field?”

“What business is it of yours?” You’re really underestimating me, you

know. How should I go about punishing you? Perhaps I should reduce you to

ashes. I pulled out my wand.

“Hey, what’re you doing?”

I was getting ready to fire off a gust of wind when I heard a new voice

behind me—and this one had even more authority behind it.

What the heck? Is this country just full of macho guys with big attitudes? I

turned around, fuming.

“That belongs to the traveler. Give it back.”

Standing there was a middle-aged man dressed in the same black clothing

as the young guard. He was glaring not at me, but at his young colleague.

I turned back to the younger guard to find him gripping the flower

bouquet and clearly upset at being caught. “But, sir, this…this is…”

“I’ll know when I look at it. I’ll handle the rest, so stand down.”

“No, this is—”

“Stand. Down. Didn’t you hear me? Go take a break.”

“…Tch.” The young guard clicked his tongue, and after shooting me

another nasty look, he turned to leave.

“Ah, my bouquet, if you would.”

“……”

The young guard turned back, radiating protest with his entire body. “…

Here.” He shoved the flowers back at me.

“Thank you kindly.”

He didn’t answer, but he did finally leave. Every single thing he did was

irritating. I was glad to be rid of him.

If we ever met again, he wouldn’t be so lucky next time.

After confirming that the younger guard was no longer in sight, the older

guard who had been addressed as “sir” turned to me with an apologetic

expression. “My apologies, Madam Witch. His younger sister recently went

missing, and he’s been acting this way ever since. Please forgive him.”

“It didn’t bother me that much.” A lie, obviously.

“Anyway, as for those flowers… I’m sorry, but would you please let me

dispose of them? Bringing them into this country is strictly forbidden.”

“Forbidden? Like, these flowers specifically?”

I didn’t understand what he meant or what he was trying to accomplish.

Unconsciously, I hugged the flowers tightly.

“Those flowers are cursed,” he said matter-of-factly, without trying to pull

them out of my hands. “They’re harmless to a witch like you, but apparently

they contain a spell that drives nonmages mad. I don’t know all the details,

but that’s the information we have now.”

“…Cursed?”

He nodded. “People who fall for those flowers are led to where they grow,

then become their food. They’re never seen again. That’s why the flowers are

forbidden.”

“……”

“Is something wrong?”

“…No.”

If we assume there really is a curse on these flowers—and I suspect that

might be the case—why didn’t the girl who gave me this bouquet try to stand

up even once? And why was she sitting in the flower field? I’d been puzzling

over these points the entire time.

What if it wasn’t that she didn’t stand up, but that she couldn’t stand up?

What if the lower half of her body was no longer hers?

……

“Um, about that young guard’s little sister…”

“Oh. Several days ago, she went into the forest where the flowers grow,

and she hasn’t been seen since.”

He lowered his gaze. He was looking at the bouquet. “Say, miss…did

someone give those to you? Perhaps—”

“No.” I interrupted him. “I gathered these myself. The clothing wrapped

around the flowers is one of my spare shirts.” So I don’t know anything about

the guard’s sister.

I cut off his questioning with a shameless lie.

After that, I entered the country and found that there wasn’t much in the way

of sightseeing, so I headed for an inn. I rented a room for only one night, took

a bath, and slid under the covers.

Staring up at the cheap wooden planks of the ceiling, I deliberated about

the flower field, and about the girl sitting there.

There was a book I had read a long time ago, The Adventures of Niche, in

which there had been a story about another strange plant. As I recall, in one

part of that story, there was a plant with a mutation that caused it to absorb

magical energy rather than exude it the way normal plants did. It gained

sentience and eventually became violent.

First, I should clarify that the substance we know as “magical energy”

flows freely from every part of the natural world. Flowers, trees, and other

flora especially produce and exude magical energy by absorbing sunlight.

Honestly, I don’t really understand the theory behind it all.

Anyway, the human body is typically unable to absorb this energy, but

there are certain people who can harness it regardless, and even use it at will.

We call them mages.

That’s why our powers can reach their full potential in the middle of a

forest overflowing with raw magical energy. When I was still studying to be

a witch, the place where my teacher trained me was also a forest.

You could say that we mages resemble the mutated plant in The

Adventures of Niche. We have become able to handle things that humans

ordinarily can’t.

…Or is it that people who can’t do magic are the rare ones?

I don’t know which is which. I feel like it might not be a good idea to

think too deeply about these things. Plus, sitting and trying to puzzle it out

doesn’t amount to much in the end. It’s like trying to logic out which came

first, the chicken or the egg. Completely unproductive.

“…Yawn.” I covered my mouth and rubbed my eyes. I’m not tired yet.

I’m fine. Not tired, not tired—the flower field.

Maybe the flower field had evolved in a strange way because there was

too much magic. Like the sentient plants in the story. Thinking about it, the

forest around the flower field was so overgrown with trees, you couldn’t see

the sun through the foliage. The magical energy produced in such a place

could create the necessary conditions.

It wouldn’t really be so strange for the flower field to mutate due to the

great overabundance of magical energy.

And so the flower field began to draw humans in with whispers of nectar-

sweet poison. What on earth had been born there?

“……”

What had become of the humans lured to that flower field?

A bad feeling took root in my mind, and I couldn’t shake it.

“Hello again, Madam Witch. Leaving already?”

It was the following morning, and the older guard I’d met the previous

day was standing at the border gate. It seemed that he remembered me, and

he greeted me with a cheerful smile.

I returned his smile and said, “Yes. It wasn’t a very large country, so I

saw everything I wanted to in a day.”

“Yeah…this place isn’t the most exciting.”

“Not at all. It was very enjoyable.”

“Ha-ha, thanks for the laugh.” He saw right through me.

“By the way, what happened to the young guard from yesterday?”

“Hmm? He’s off today. He left the country last night and hasn’t come

back yet. Did you have unfinished business with him?”

“Just another joke.” I asked because I’m trying to avoid him.

“Anyway, he said he would be coming back this evening, so you can wait

if you want to see him.”

“It’s fine.”

“Mm. So you’re going, then?”

“Yes. I’m not in any particular hurry to get to the next place, but if I don’t

leave the country where I’m staying in the morning, I can’t usually reach the

next one before sunset.” Plus, there’s a stop I want to make.

I was more concerned with that place than anything here.

“Is that so? Well, take care of yourself.”

“Will do. Thanks.”

And so I stepped through the gate.

Then…I could see the forest in the distance. I looked toward the area I

had come from the day before and took off on my broom.

A few scattered trees led the way, as if they had been flung from the

forest, lending a different hue to the sea of green spreading out before me.

The cool wind blew wildly, twisting me around and chilling the earth. Clouds

hung in the air, blocking out the sunlight. The gray sky had already begun to

turn the color of lead.

It’s going to rain soon.

In the forest, I avoided the creaking trees that brushed at my shoulders and

found the clearing.

There was the flower field.

It looked as gloomy as the sky, and the faded colors were completely

different from the vibrant tableau of the day before.

“……”

And the flowers were not only the wrong colors, but the wrong shapes as

well.

As far as I knew, I had retraced my path from the day before, so I

shouldn’t have ended up in a place that looked so different despite its

similarities. However, there was a certain uneasiness that I couldn’t shake.

I got down from my broom and walked over to the source of my unease.

My foot made an unsettling squish when it touched down, and I could feel the

flower petals dying underfoot.

A pleasant scent hung in the air above the flower field.

In front of me was a person. The true source of my discomfort was there

—she was the discomfort.

“……”

It was the young girl who had given me the flower bouquet, and now there

was a man facing her, too. He was wearing different clothes from yesterday,

but I remembered his face. He was sitting in the flower field, smiling at the

girl.

It was the young guard.

“Hello again.”

“Ah, the traveler from yesterday. Hello.” He gave me a very simple reply.

“Is that…thing your little sister?” I asked.

He tilted his head. “Yes, I finally found her. I couldn’t believe she was in

a place like this.” Still wearing a gentle expression, he grasped the girl’s

hand.

The longer I looked, the stranger it became—somehow, I couldn’t call the

girl holding the young man’s hand human anymore. Flecks of green dotted

her skin, ivy vines curled around her body, and her vacant eyes stared into the

stagnant air without blinking. Her mouth was gaping wide like a cave, and

drool oozed out from the corners.

The strangest thing, though, was her lower half. From the waist down, she

was wrapped in huge red flower petals, as if a human had grown out of an

enormous flower. Flower and human had become a single, bizarre sight.

The guard gazed at her, spellbound. “She’s so pretty. Who would have

thought she was all the way out here, becoming so beautiful?”

“……”

“What’s wrong?”

I shook my head, “It’s nothing. I’m just surprised because she looks very

different from yesterday.”

“Ah, yesterday. I’m sorry about all that. I was just feeling out of sorts

because I didn’t know where my sister had gone.”

I turned my gaze slightly downward and saw his leg had ivy coiling

around it. I’m sure he couldn’t move any more than his sister could. Or

rather, he could, but he had probably lost any desire to move.

“……”

He paid my presence no heed. If I didn’t speak to him, he would soon turn

back toward her and continue talking to her with vacant eyes.

“…I can’t believe you kept this amazing place all to yourself.”

“…Ah, that’s right. Say, why don’t we bring everyone here from back

home? If we show them, they’ll be so happy.”

“…I especially want them to see you, now that you’re so beautiful.”

“…Hey, that’s okay, right?”

“…I see. Thank you.”

I suspected he was hearing words I couldn’t. To me, it just looked like a

one-sided conversation with the thing that used to be his sister.

The little sister had been able to converse with me the day before, but now

she couldn’t even blink anymore. She certainly couldn’t express anything

verbally. Her emotions, her physical body, her entire self had been lost in the

flower field somewhere. She had lost the ability to do anything except be

admired.

Just like a flower.

I flew over a field of grass.

Luckily, by the time I remounted my broom, the rain had stopped. I’d like

to get to the next country before it starts to rain again, but we’ll see about

that.

“…Oh no.”

Beneath the ashen sky, I saw something moving in the direction I was

headed. As I got closer, and the blurry form grew clearer, I could tell it was a

person. Without slowing down, I passed by them.

“……”

I couldn’t tell whether it was a man or a woman. Their age was a mystery.

I could tell only that they were human. The person was walking along to

some unknown destination; if they continued straight ahead, maybe they

would eventually reach another country.

All of their features had vaguely blurred together except for one thing,

something they were carefully cradling in both hands. I had seen clearly what

it was, but I wished I hadn’t.

They carried a bouquet of flowers.