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

He sings." "We spoke to him." "That was his reply." "The house is his."


Yes, that's definitely him—definitely you—in the mirror. After such a long day, it's good to see yourself properly again.


And speaking of you—what's your first name?


Yeah, that's right. Huknock .: you know him very well. You hadn't forgotten your name, of course—but sometimes it helps just to remind yourself that you're still here, and you're still you, no matter what else is happening.


You watch yourself for a few moments—a familiar face in a once-familiar house. But it's not long before you find yourself unable to keep up a smile. It's been a long day, and a long trip back to Silvertree. Back to Grandma's house—quite a ways from Alberobello.


The place you woke up in this morning feels like it belongs to another lifetime.


This morning you woke up in Alberobello Forest to a green sky. At least, that's how it looked through the tree needles. You could smell rain and damp soil through the open window—and when you stood up from your bed, you put your head out and looked all the way to the ground, just to see how much water was pooling around the roots of your tree.


Your tree. The place where you and your grandma had made your home for so long.


To you, it always seemed like one of the best places that Witches could live.


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