PlayerOliver

When you were a kid, you lived with your grandmother in the small town of Silvertree, on the edge of a magical forest. Grandma is a witch, and she taught you how to use your magic to affect the natural world, too. “Magic is a part of you,” she always told you. “Learning how to use it means figuring out who you are.”

Now you’re 19 and on your own. After years of living in the forest while you perfected your witchcraft, you’ve returned to take care of your grandmother’s house and crow-familiar while she’s gone. Figuring out who you are feels more important than ever - not to mention, figuring out what Silvertree is. A lot is just as you remembered: the friendly generous next-door neighbors with a kid just your age, the proud town council, the quaint little shops with quirky punny names, the gentle shadowy forest full of magic.

Stone in the shoe

Just one quick turn to the right—I mean, left—ugh, this key is so rusty. Couldn't Grandma have cleaned it before she—aah!"


With all your weight pushing on the old door, it gives way suddenly, and you find yourself stumbling into the pitch-black house—straight off a step you didn't even know was there.


You hold out your arms, bend your knees, and hit the ground in a spin. Just like that, you jump up safe and sound.


You can still see a little light outside the door, but only a few steps into the hallway, you find yourself being swallowed by shadows. There's just enough visibility for you to make out the stairs ahead of you, as well as the silhouettes of dozens of boxes lining the walls—the walls themselves disappearing into nothingness right above where the boxes end. The only other landmark is a dark curtain hanging at the end of the hall, obscuring everything that lies behind it.


Hello, Grandma's house. It's been a while—but even so, you don't remember it like this.
