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

After a more restless night than usual, you find yourself sitting in front of your grandma's laptop once again—almost as if you never moved. It's like your thoughts are stuck in one place.


After seeing the request for you to write something for the local news, you couldn't go to bed without responding. It didn't take you very long to decide that your answer would be:


You accepted without hesitation, already drafting lines in your head. You could practically see your name on the front page.


Still—you would have to wait to see it published before you could know how successful your words had been.


With that decided, you stayed up for a while longer just writing, and pretty soon you had a whole piece ready to send off, containing all your thoughts about the protest, the developments, and the forest.


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