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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

Your grandma pauses for a moment, thinking over her words carefully.


"Well—I don't know if 'saving' would be quite the right word. I think if we have any hope of stopping the developments in the forest, then this might be it. But as for protecting the forest in the long-term—I'm afraid I don't have an answer for that. My other plan, though, might give us a chance at protecting something. I just wanted to ask if you knew anything about this before I started to explain all of that."


For a few moments, you look at your grandma, trying to take it all in. It's just starting to hit you now how much uncertainty there is in all of this, how much even your grandma is having to improvise. There's a brief flash of a moment where you think to yourself: How did things used to be so simple? But even as you think it, it occurs to you that maybe things have always been complicated and confusing in ways that you just didn't see. Maybe you were luckier than most people, spending so long hidden in the forest's endless leaves.


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