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

Even though you know it might take some time to decide the vote—and even though you've waited over a week so far—this last little stretch of time seems like it's looming ahead of you forever. You just want to know, so you can figure out where to go from there. You can only hope it won't be too long before the council have made up their minds.


You notice the stream of people starting to file back into the Town Hall—and then it hits you in the gut. The voting must have finished already.


You start to move towards the doors, and the next moment, you're back in the meeting room, back in the whispering hall with what feels like almost the whole town at your shoulders. You don't need to take in the faces of the people around you to sense that they feel it too—something in the air.


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