Thomas was a boy of the age of 13. He loved nature, and exploring it. Especially so on his mountain bike in the countryside. One day, while biking along through his usual route, he found a breathtaking vista that he hadn't come across yet. Seizing the opportunity, he biked over to it, only to find some very rocky rugged terrain on the way there. Not wanting to abandon his bike, he decided to take a risk and bike through it.
This would be his first mistake.
He got pretty far, but at one point, he collided with a very stiff rock, sending him tumbling off his bike and down the rocky hill, getting deep cuts and bruises all over his body until he reached the bottom. He was sure it was more than just cuts and bruises, though. His leg felt very numb.
Thomas cried out for help, but there was nobody for miles who could hear him. The only thing nearby was a bee's nest in a tree, and a shiny lamp by the side of it. He reached out for it, desperate for something to help him. He didn't believe magic was real, not since he found out Santa Claus wasn't, but he had limited options and was desperate.
Thomas rubbed the lamp and spoke. "I...I wish I was at the hospital, healed up, and my mom and dad wouldn't find out."