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

Except there's no ground beneath your feet. The tree boughs are stretching endlessly into the dark below you, and you're suspended somewhere in the middle.


Another blink, and the ground is back but the trees are flashing different neon colors. Another blink, and the trees are growing upside down. Blink after blink, the trees around you change in yet more drastic ways until they start to disappear entirely, more and more of them vanishing with each successive blink until—


You hear a furious animal roar, and the whole forest flickers out like an image on a screen.


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