My Afterlife Narrative

I died drowning in the sea and my body still remembered the pain I went through that day. I opened my eyes and I was in a village, a different type of village. Everything around me as new and different. I was sure I was awakening in the afterlife. It was disappointing to see that the afterlife was not so different from the actual reality I came from. I was still in a village, in a bed I didn’t recognize and I could hear voices from outside.
I stood up and walked towards the door. As I opened it to step outside, all the people that saw me stopped in their tracks. I could see the expression of surprise and even fear on their faces, but I still had no idea what was happening.
An elder woman showed up in front of me, took me by my hand and led

They had a small banquet in my honor, more in the honor of the Gods for saving my life, and I was thankful. It was pleasant to be amongst people that didn’t want to hurt me. I knew they expected me to explain, to tell my story, to reveal who am I, but it was hard to say the least. I did tell them I was on a ship from England to here with my family in pursue of a new life. That seemed to work out fine and I was hoping the questions would stop.
As I lay in bed that night, trying to figure out what had happened, I recalled the only thing I had showing my connection to witchcraft: was the little notebook I wasn’t able to read. I exhaled deeply: tired from the mess I had put myself into as I grabbed the tiny notebook and opened it. To my surprise, I was able to read the first 5 pages of it!
The whole book was filled with magic, very powerful magic, magic not to be messed with. It was clear the trio I had encountered in the forest tried to groom me for something more, but now that I was so far away, geographically and in time, I didn’t know what to do with it. It was clear though: this little book was connected to my soul and it was fed by me. But, was it fed when I was in danger? When I was dead? Still had too many questions to figure