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

Underneath your comment reminding people why yesterday's protest had the right aim of protecting the environment, there's a small tab where you can click to show the replies. According to what it says there, you have 304 replies.


It seems like while you were gone, what you wrote just took off. Although it looks like there are entire debates happening in the responses, most people are rallying behind your original message, agreeing with you and demanding that the article be corrected (or just removed altogether). Without even realizing, you've started a conversation that took on a life of its own.


You don't realize just how widely your words have been seen, however, until you reach the last few messages—and you see a reply from one of Silvertree Today!'s own editors, asking if you would be willing to write a short piece explaining your side of the story.


For a few moments, you don't know how to react.


Then, at last, you say out loud to no one but yourself:


Staring at the screen in amazement, you feel your hands form themselves into fists. As they do, something—warmth, adrenaline, maybe even magic—begins to tingle under your skin.


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