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

When your bag is full enough that it takes you both hands to carry it, you wander towards one of the far corners of the park that nobody has visited yet. Here, there are a few trees and tall hedges planted in an almost mazelike pattern, but they're a little overgrown and they twist together so tightly you can barely see a way through.


Scattered around the edge, however, are a few glass bottles—and from the middle of the maze, you see what looks like a faint glow lighting up some of the shrubs. Whatever's in there, you think it might take you a while to get through, especially carrying all this trash.


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