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

For another few moments, not even the air moves. But then, the creature twitches and starts to turn towards you.


You scramble up the branches of the nearest tree and watch as the creature rushes past you far below. For a while, as you hang on to the branches, the forest below you seems utterly still.


But then, as you watch, you think you see a distant tree blink out of existence—then another one—then another, until all around you trees are vanishing, leaving nothing but emptiness that approaches as you sit there helplessly, until at last the tree beneath you vanishes from existence and you find yourself falling through nothingness as a strange sound grows louder—


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