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 don't know what might happen to the forest in the near future, but if you can do this—then at least your magic could be safe.


In that moment you, feel it coursing through you—


You try to urge it to safety—but there's just so much of it—


The monitors in front of you start to flicker—at first just a slight distortion, but then gradually they grow angry, lines of text breaking apart behind sharp jagged shapes that appear suddenly like cracks in glass.


The light above you flushes brighter, casting a deep orange glow over the whole room.


Behind you, Carys flies into the air in a flurry of wings and piercing cries.


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