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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

That little house your grandma hid away in the branches of a hemlock tree has been your home for more than ten years. You're only 19; that's most of your life. And it wasn't just the house. The forest itself—green and dark and glittering with hidden sunlight—is just as much your home.


Because the deeper you go—the closer the trees grow, twisting their roots together under tangles of moss—the more the place seems to change, feeling less and less like a normal place attached to the normal world. With so much energy sleeping and seeping into the earth, the forest is thick with magic. It's there that you and Grandma have lived for so long, strengthening and honing your magic, learning how to connect your bodies with the forest around you. And you've learned how to be careful. That deep in, the forest is strange, beautiful, unpredictable, restless—it's not always safe, even for Witches, and it certainly doesn't belong to you. You know just enough to understand that the forest—just like magic itself—is not something to take lightly. At every moment, you need to remember just how dangerous it can be.


But you've learned all about that over the years, and hundreds of other things besides. Grandma taught you well, after all. She was the one who taught you what it means to be a Witch—or at least, your own private definition of Witch. There may be a better word out there for what you are, but "Witch" is simply one of the easiest ways you have of understanding it. That was just one of the many things your grandma taught you.


You can't pretend to remember every lesson perfectly—but no matter how many other little things you've forgotten, you've always remembered the first thing she ever told you about being a Witch.


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