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

Tobias lets out a sound somewhere between a sniff and a groan. The chains clink as he tightens his grip.


"Yeah, she's worried. She's worried whose house I'm gonna break into next, or when I'm gonna burn down the Town Hall."


His voice is brittle, and defensively he pulls his arms closer to his body. After a second, however, he nods.


There are a few moments in which both of you are silent, Tobias scraping the metal chains on the swing with his fingernails. The wind blows a few wood chips over your shoes. The swing creaks.


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