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

You always have to plan ahead, after all.


You waste no more time bringing the bags inside and shutting the door—leaving you and everything you own in the narrow hallway. Only now that you're closed in does it dawn on you how strange it is to find yourself in such a small space.


As you stand there, however, you spot something glinting in the light that you hadn't noticed at first: a mirror, peeking out through a gap in the fortress of boxes.


You step closer. With a little effort, you make a space wide enough to look yourself in the face.


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