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

You tell Robin that you think you're just going to spend the night at home with Arctus. Robin smiles and hoists his backpack over his shoulder.


"That sounds good. I guess it's kind of the same for me—except hopefully you won't be as stressed out as I am. I should probably remember how to actually relax without thinking about work one of these days."


You and Robin head back to your street together, and then you head inside your house alone.


When Arctus hears you come in, she mews in excitement and runs right up to you at the door. You start giving her scratches at once, thinking she's just happy to see you—but then after barely a second's greeting, she turns around and shoots off into the living room.


Slightly bemused, you follow her, wondering if she's just feeling particularly energetic. When you spot her sitting in the kitchen, however, she stays still until she sees you coming her way—and then when she hurries onto the back porch, you realize she's waiting for you so she can lead you somewhere.


"Yeah, okay, we can go outside—slow down a little, I'm not as fast as—"


You stop when you reach the back door. Arctus has already stopped as well, and you see her gazing out through the glass.


But she's not just looking at the yard. She's looking up at the outside door handle—where Carys the crow is patiently sitting, watching you with a single black eye.


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