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

This Town Council seems to have all the voting power, no matter what they say about hearing people's concerns. Well, if they're going to listen, you're going to make the most of your voice.


Arctus makes a low, curious sound. You stroke her head absent-mindedly while you start to think things through.


You thought when you arrived that your main focus would be surviving until Grandma comes back. You didn't stop to think much about what you would be doing in that time—much less that you might have a chance to help stop whatever plans are being made for the forest before they start. How? Well—you have no idea. But maybe this meeting would be a good place to start.


When you start thinking about the meeting, however, something else starts to dawn on you. You may be living alone for now, but you're not the only person in town. Sure, it's a small town, but it's still a town full of people. Even on your quiet street, there are other houses. You have neighbors. And sooner or later, you're going to run into them.


23