Starving.

That was the only thought in my head at the moment. I didn’t care about the sinister woods. I didn’t care about the countless scratches on my skin. I didn’t care about the tears in my dress.

I just wanted FOOD !

The braid belt around my waist had gotten heavy, the night was deep and the ground was unfriendly to my feet. I felt weariness and sleeplessness pricking at my eyelids.

I hope the witch didn’t find me from the growling of my desperate stomach.
Finally, I stumbled upon a bush full of blueberries.
I ate my fill greedily and as I licked the purplish juice from my lips, water came to mind.

I drank from a nearby gurgling stream.
Now I felt much better.
Right now I felt like I could take on not one, but ten witches together. What stopped me from a self-speech of righteousness was a glimmering light.
As I went closer, I realized it was a cottage. It looked warm and inviting, and I knocked. A handsome young man opened the door.

“Welcome, fair maiden, to the abode of the Twelve Months.”