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Stone in the shoe

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.

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"I think this is a good spot," it said—an invisible echo, followed by the crunching of footsteps on leaves. "We can start with this whole area."

Crunch…crunch…crunch.

"Hopefully we'll get what we need."

Next.

One of the first things your grandmother taught you when you came to live in the forest was that even Witches don't really understand magic. She may not have said those exact words, but that's what she meant, that learning magic is about trying to understand it. In the same way, places that are rich in magic are often too powerful for you to comprehend, and Grandma taught you to always respect that place's power.

She never told you what to do when someone comes to tear that place down.

Of course, when you heard that voice, the first thing you felt was: