“Aaaahhhh,” yawned Miles.
He was getting ready for bed. Miles was a lonely boy who lived with his parents in a small yet cosy cottage, far away in a meadow full of bluebells, bluebirds, and other flowers and wildlife.

He had finished a bowl of porridge, brushed his teeth, and put on his clothes. Miles had just got under his covers when his parents peeped in to say good night.
“Good night, my little darling,” said his mum in a soft tone.
“See you in the morning,” whispered his dad as Miles dozed off to sleep.
In the middle of the night, Miles was suddenly woken. He had a weird tingling feeling all around his body. Then he noticed that he wasn’t in his bed. In fact, he was actually floating above it!

Miles shivered. He quickly grabbed his blanket and tried to force himself down. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew past. A window opened, and Miles was swept out into the night.
“Help!” cried Miles, but he was already too far away for anyone to hear.
Soon he was standing back on the floor in a strange forest, yet it was still dangerous. Witches cackled and wolves howled, and suddenly, before his eyes, a portal formed.
“Well, I don’t want to be eaten by wolves or abducted by witches,” and with that, Miles jumped in. Suddenly, he found himself falling through the sky. He fell until he landed in a pile of scrolls and lay there for a couple of minutes. When he woke up, he picked up a scroll about a prophecy of a time when all the bad genies would imprison the good ones. He slowly got up and wandered around through the weird trees and spotted many signs that said “GENIE LAND”. Soon he found a lonely house. Miles pushed the door slowly, and it creaked ominously. He went inside, and a piercing cry flew through the air. A mysterious bottle rolled across the floor, and it was followed by two more. They bumped into his feet and shattered into a million pieces. Thick dark blue, purple, and green smoke filled the house.