You were lost in the forest after wandering away from the village for berries. The sun was still high and the woodland wasn't unpleasant to walk through but you couldn't find your way home through the identical trees. You soon stumbled upon a pretty flower, thinking you could take it home for your grandfather, you bent down to pluck it. "Don't touch that!" A voice yelled, closely followed by a young wizzard clumsily pushing you away from the plant. The flower opened up, an eye set in the middle.