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

Sighing, you close the laptop. What you just read was definitely an interesting insight into the experiences of some people living in a place where Clarence Industries has worked, but there's still no mention of digging, or excavation, or anything even hinting at what exactly the company's plans are for whatever they found down in that cave.


And if the company isn't making it public, then you're not sure you—or anybody else—will ever have the chance to find out.


At last, you take yourself up to bed—and as your pass your grandma's darkened room, your heart sinks slightly.


You hope that she's okay, whatever she chooses to do. In any case, she's told you dozens of times that she doesn't want you to worry about her. But all the same, you can't help but wonder what exactly she's planning to do now that she can't stay in the forest; and when she'll come back here in the meantime.


You're sure you'll see her again soon. But if you just knew where she was, and what she was doing—you might feel a little less on your own right now.


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