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

"Careful!" you shout, rushing after her—before remembering that she's used to living in a forest, and the backyard probably won't hurt.


Now that you're outside, you watch her tiny body weave through the grass, her tail the only thing visible as she stops to sniff her new territory. After a moment, you decide to follow her.


You wade into the knee-high grass, and looking down at your feet, you almost forget there's a house behind you. The ground is carpeted with dandelions, clover, dark moss, and pale flat-capped mushrooms. Unlike the indoors, which has been left to decay, the yard is thriving with life.


And although it's only faint, you can sense a little magic coming up from the earth where the weeds are pushing through.


Grandma always used to love her yard, and you can see why. Standing in it now, you think to yourself:


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