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

Once you're finally up and on your feet, Arctus seems insistent on heading out to the yard right away, so with your grandma's laptop under your arm, you follow her into the pale sunlight. Even if you're doing the same thing you do every morning, it feels a little different surrounded by so much green.


But as you gaze over at the dark evergreens standing sentinel along the wall, you see a flash of the forest in your mind—and you find yourself wondering if there was any reason behind those dreams at all. If the forest itself was somehow reaching out to talk to you, wouldn't it want to get in contact now more than ever, on the day that could decide its whole future? Is it just wishful thinking that the forest might actually be able to communicate with you? Or did something happen after your last dream—something that might have stopped any more dreams from coming through?


As Arctus stops by your side and curls her tail around her front paws, you scratch her head and murmur to her softly:


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