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're brought quite abruptly back to reality by the sound of Arctus meowing from the middle of the yard. You glance over at her, thinking that she might just have spotted something that caught her interest—but then you see that she's looking right at you, her eyes wide as she carries on making noise.


Frowning, you get up and wade through the grass towards her, wondering what might have spooked her. When you reach her, she gives an anxious little hop and turns around, seeming to be looking for something you can't see.


"What's the matter?" you ask, crouching down. "Is there something wrong?"


She just gives a small mew and goes on looking around in confusion. After a few moments, all you can think to do is:


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