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

They balance the donut box in one hand and offer the other for you to shake.


Halfway through your handshake, Maxie pauses. Their hand freezes. You watch as their mouth slowly falls open.


Their expression gradually turns to one of amazement.


"Huknock—don't tell me you're Anthea's grandson!"


With no regard for the safety of their donuts, Maxie flings out their arms in joyful excitement.


"Oh my gosh, Huknock! I haven't seen you since you were eight years old! What are you doing back in town all of a sudden?"


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