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

And just like that, it hits you what it is—and before you know it, you're tearing through cardboard and old tape.


"No…nope, not this one…why are there so many vases in here?"


As you rip through the last box on the desk, you pause. You hold your breath. You feel a golden light shining on your face through the window as you look down, eyes watering in anticipation—in awe of what you're seeing.


"Arctus—I can't believe it. It's here. After all this time…."


Your hands shiver; the room feels suddenly cold as you reach into the box. Even Arctus sits perfectly still.


You wait for just a second—you lick your lips, tasting electricity—and at last you pull an old, dusty laptop out of the box.


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