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

And then, of course, it hits you like a burst of sunlight. The disappearing trees in the woods outside of town—the impossible trees that appear overnight in people's yards or in the middle of empty stores. They're not just strange occurrences that nobody can explain—they're two halves of the same mystery. And now, standing in front of a tree whose roots have actually cracked the floorboards they're growing through, you realize it's not impossible at all.


That revelation suddenly has your head spinning with questions—"why here?" and "why this tree?"—but most of all, you find yourself asking: Who could possibly be behind this? Is this what your grandma has been up to in secret? Or is there someone else in town who's secretly a Witch?


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