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

Marlowe laughs, looking at you with warm eyes.


"I didn't think you were gone for that long," they say. Their smile falters a little, however, as they glance in the direction of the departing family. "That can't have been easy. You're obviously a good friend."


You're not sure exactly how to respond—but a moment later, Marlowe's hand finds yours, and suddenly, standing alone in the near dark, it seems so easy just to smile.


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