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

As you're wondering some of these things, she goes on:


"I didn't really have a use for a lot of that knowledge before—but when these development plans started, and I realized what they could mean for the forest, I started to think. If there was no way of stopping the developments, then could I at least try and protect our magic? Move it away—store it somewhere else, outside of the forest? It would still exist, we would still be able to use it—it would just have a new home. A new home—"


She places a hand on top of one of her computer towers.


All you can do for a few moments is stare.


Is your grandma really saying what you think she's saying? That the two of you could keep your magic safe—by transferring it all into a computer?


You only have to consider the idea for a second before you find yourself saying:


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