Startled as she was to find herself in posession of the rock, Karyn was determined to take care of the changes Jon had unintentionally wrought in her. She rushed back to her house, tossing a quick greeting off to her mother, and ran up to her room. She was just in time, for the long shaggy pelt of hair on her legs was now beginning to peek through the bottom of her jeans, and she cold feel an uncomfortable tickle on her face.
Grasping the rock in her hands, she said firmly, "I wish that I had no external facial hair, and that I had no body hair below my neckline. There was that little flash, and Karyn blinked. When she was done, she reached up to feel her face, then thrust one hand under her armpits. Smooth as a baby's bottom she decided with some satisfaction.
She decided that the oversized boobs were something that she could deal with a t a later date. The important thing was to figure out how she'd gotten the rock.
Her first impulse was to call Jon and ask him what happened - but she suddenly found that for some reason, she didn't want to. That's strange - it's his rock, after all. Still, rather than getting him on the phone, she simply sat crosslegged on her bed, clasping the rock in her hands. She closed her eyes and whispered "I wish I knew why I had the rock now."
There was the flash again - but rather than being forced away from the rock, she found her eyes being drawn open to look at it.
She was surprised - but not as surprised as when she heard the booming voice in her head. GREETINGS, GUARDIAN OF THE STONE.
Guardian? She though. Isn't that Jon's job?
THE BOY WAS MERELY THE CONDUIT, AS WAS HIS GRANDSIRE. THROUGH THEM, THE GUARDIANSHIP OF THE STONE HAS BEEN PASSED TO ITS RIGHTFUL HOLDER - YOU!
Me? But I don't know anything about the rock except what Jon told me. And who are you, anyway?!
I AM THE POWER THAT LIVES IN THE STONE. I WILL TEACH YOU THE WAYS OF THE STONE, THAT YOU MAY WIELD ITS POWER. YOU WILL BE ITS GUARDIAN, AND IT YOURS.
