On A Hiking Trail, Amy Carpenter and her son, Lucas Porter.

The sky was the clearest of blues with not a cloud in sight to block the sun's brilliance. Amy Carpenter took a deep breath of the fresh air as she waited for her son to catch up. This was one of the few mother son traditions that Amy had insisted she share with just Lucas. As she thought about how in a few months, or sooner, that her Luke would fly the nest, that this would be one of the last hikes she shares with her boy before Lucas finishes High School and goes off to find his way in the world, made Amy think about how much she loved her boy and if she had made the right decisions.
Amy had tried her best to be a good mother for Luke since his father had been taken from them. Teenage years in particular had been rough. Amy had thought that marrying Frank and moving in with Alana and Zoe would have a positive effect on him.
From the very start, Frank Carpenter and Lucas Porter did not get along. Frank was a football and cars kinda guy who did not know how to talk about anime or video games without sounding condescending to his future step-son. When Frank insisted that Amy take his name, Lucas was furious and accused the older man of trying to erase his father. Frank stubbornly insisted that part of being the head of the house was "possessing your wife, which means, in part, that she takes her husband's name."

The twins were worse. Being roughly the same age, Lucas had spent many a night fantasizing about the sexy set of twins in his grade. The blending had been awkward and hostile with the girls making it clear that they were not happy to have to share their house with "a creepy jerk off addict."
They had had more than their fair share of fights, especially after Lucas had turned eighteen and the young man began feeling pressure to move out. Amy wanted her son to feel like he was always welcome in her home, but Amy also understood that Frank was of the "out after High School" school of parenting, when it came to boys at least.

Alana and Zoe were Alana and Zoe. If she was being honest with herself, she could not blame her son one bit for wanting to get away from those two. As much as she wanted to give her teenage step-daughters the benefit of the doubt, Amy thought that both twins were self-absorbed bitches. A fact that had only gotten worse since they became old enough to start an OnlyFans. Something that Amy had objected to, but Frank thought was cute.
"They are just dancing and fooling around with their friends." The girl's father reasoned. "It is not like they are having hard core sex on camera."

Amy was trying to put all of that out of her mind. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to align her chakras as she prayed to The Universe to send her a sign.
"Mom." Lucas came running up holding something that glinted in the sunlight. "I found this in a crater. An actual, fucking, crater." The youth said showing his mother what he had found.

"Language sweetie." Amy said as she looked at the gold oil lamp with the odd script engraved on it. "That is odd. That is not Arabian calligraphy." Amy pulled out her readers and gestured for her son to hand her the lamp.

Somewhere between the passing of the magic vessel from son to mother, one of them rubbed the lamp.