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

"Your grandmother was my neighbor practically my whole life, up until she moved away—don't you remember running over the road to knock on our door? You and Tobias used to—you must remember my son Tobias? You were just about the same age. He used to get so excited when you would come visit your grandma, you'd both play together for hours."


There's so much to take in all of a sudden that you can't think how to reply. Bit by bit, however, little pieces of memory flutter back to life—and none clearer than the image of yourself on the ground, helping to boost a boy onto the wall in Grandma's yard so he could jump off into a pile of leaves. Just like that, the picture of the mystery kid on your grandma's computer comes to life in your mind's eye, and you can't think how you had ever forgotten your friend Toby from over the road.


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