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 gesture for you to follow, and you set off walking.


"I just figured you'd be on the lookout for the other cool young folks—you know, Tobias would not be seen dead down at the Town Hall. I always tell him that's where the real action is, but he just won't hear it! Anyway, I think it's great you want to get involved. What makes you want to come along?"


"Really? That's so sweet," Maxie says. They turn and look down at you with a sympathetic smile. "A lot of folks don't have the energy for that particular fight, what with everything else going on. I can't say I blame them. But it could be someone like you that kicks people into gear."


"You'll hear plenty at the meeting. But don't you give up on the forest, if that's what you care about. Make some noise about it, remind people we're in a bigger world than they think. Oh—by the way, what's your favorite kind of donut?"


You look at Maxie questioningly as they flip open the lid of their cardboard box and present you with rows and rows of fresh donuts. You suddenly realize you weren't prepared for such a difficult choice.


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