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

Your grandma doesn't manage a smile—but you can see the strength and steadiness you know so well as she gives you a nod.


"Don't worry, Huknock; I've been ready for quite a while."


She turns her head away slightly and clears her throat. Behind her, Carys ruffling her feathers almost makes you jump.


Then, with a sudden lurch, your grandma grabs the mouse and clicks the button reading Execute sooner than you can even breathe.


There's a buzz. A soft whir somewhere you can't place—in the air itself.


Then you realize you can feel it in your skin. The sound is resonating within you—through you—the same way you feel the tingling of magic whenever you're casting a spell.


But this time, you don't just feel it in your body. You seem to feel it in the space around you as well, as if all of you is touching every inch of the room at once—every inch of the forest—


And suddenly, without knowing quite how, you feel something in you telling you that you need to give just one last push—to channel the magic flowing through you so that it can reach where it needs to be.


Holding very still, you start to focus your mind on:


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