Margot's perspective
The morning awakes with streaks of yellow and orange and pink, running across the sky. I lay on my back as the leaves of the trees are illuminated before my eyes. Slowly I sit up. I look around me. The forest is such a huge place. There are pines and oaks and willows. An old owl is just going to sleep as a cheerful sparrow is just singing the first notes of morning. I lay back against the tree.
I need to get going. I didn't move at all last night. The forest was dark and shadows came to take the place of the trees and animals. I slept, but my dreams weren't any more comforting than the real world. I dreamt of dark moons and thorns and black dragons. The forest watches me as I get to my feet. I need to get some food. I've been in the forest for a day now and I am growing hungry rapidly. I choose a random direction and take it.
I look around as I walk. Being young has its disadvantages. I don't have a bow and arrows, and I couldn't shoot it even if I had one. No sword, spear, or even a dagger to hunt with. My only hope now is berries. But berries are tricky. They fool even the most expert of pickers. And I've had very little experience. I need to be absolutely sure that they are the true fruit before I eat them.
Up ahead, there is a blackberry bush. Excited, I run over to it. The berries are ripe and look filled with juice. I pluck one off of the bush and hold it up to my nose. It smells like summertime. I pop it into my mouth.
Then suddenly I am frozen. I can't move! I struggle to think of a rational reason for this. Then I remember something. It smelled like summertime. It's the middle of winter! Out of my peripheral vision, I see a house made entirely of candy. Then I black out.