Wishing Stone Comics presents: “Into the Wishing Verse!”, the exciting premiere issue!
Jon tossed and turned that night and the stone began to pulse. The light filtered into eyes but did not wake him, and the pulsing energies warped reality around Lake Pointe. Once a small sized town that at most had a college and a few old buildings, Lake Point expanded dramatically. Where Jon’s grandfather believed the power of the stone would at most encompass the town and maybe normalize the changes in historical records, he underestimated what the stone could truly do.
With each pulse, ripples across history clashed against each other to form more ripples. So grand were the changes that the very Earth itself expanded to create whole new cities and countries. Lake Pointe no longer sat on the edges of a small set of lakes in the northern United States near the border of Canada. No, now Lake Pointe was abreast from a new Great Lake separate from those of Michigan and New York. Lake Pointe now, with the changes to Earth, held an important role: it was the midpoint of the fabled Northwest Passage crossing down from Canada and into Oregon.
Now what does this mean true believers? It means that this city was a bustling metropolis where all civilizations met! A bustling East Asia district, an amazing forest region, a history of lake pirates, and a thriving entertainment industry combining the best of Hollywood and Las Vegas!
But such dramatic changes, changes that can alter the very course of human history, is too much even for the seemingly omnipotent power of the Wishing Stone. A sound like a violin screaming rang throughout the house and Jon jumped from his bed. He looked at the stone in confusion, seeing the barest of embers of magic surrounding it. He picked it up and then shoved it into the drawer in his bedside dresser before leaving his room. No one else was awake, only he heard the stone’s dying gasp. Jon closed his door and made his way into the bathroom shared between him and Zoe, connecting the two rooms. On instinct he grabbed a towel and placed tight it at the base of her door, then turned on the light.
He splashed his face with gently running water and stared in the mirror. Stared into his swirling eyes the color of 3D glasses. Eyes he recalls gaining, unaware of their non existence not five minutes prior.
He recalled the incident that gave him these cursed eyes, well before his grandfather left him his inheritance...
1 Year Ago
His family went to see Magic Convention thanks to Zoe’s friend Athena. It wasn’t just occult, but real stage magicians and illusionists. His family had backstage passes and Jon took advantage when a fairly generic act went on stage. A magician working with a separation box whose trick was to apparently swap two people. One was a lovely woman who left her husband as a volunteer, the other a pretty ratty looking girl, almost homeless looking. Jon had rolled his eyes and excused himself.
The magician wasn’t bad but the trick was too generic, even with the double act from the ‘volunteers’. He went backstage and coincidently found his way to the dressing room of the guy on stage. Security let him and watched him as he walked around, eventually trying on a pair of swirly metal 3D glasses.
There was a flash and Jon felt the heat before he was pushed back. An explosion in the building (one of the science acts he learned later) started a wildfire, searing the glasses to his skin. Jon made it out alive, in fact most people did, but the magician Jon had avoided was caught in the blaze. As was one of the volunteers of his act, the other having been protected better in the trick box.
It took months to remove the glasses safely, and even then his eyes were forever tainted so he had to wear sunglasses to not disturb anyone. There was a hypnotic quality to them, one that could entrance any person who made eye contact with. At first Jon thought that was it, creepy eyes. But no, he had Magic Eyes. The day his stone came into his possession, he could see the flame of life within it. When Karen made the wish, he could see her original self overlaying the changed form.
Jon shook his head from his memories and went to bed, waking up a couple of hours later when his mother called for breakfast. He sat down and had his usual morning ribbing with Zoe, ruffled Mikey’s hair, and ate breakfast. Then the news came on and Jon’s fork dropped from his hand.
“Today, True Life Industries has unveiled their newest product line. Cosmetic bio-trackers that allow those wearing them to measure, down to the DNA, what the best options for their body are. CEO and President Abigail Wilson said in an interview yesterday that-“ Jon had tuned the report out, now focusing on the confident image of the company head.
She was beautiful. Large breasts and an ass that defied physics. An amazonian muscular body. A complexion that would have to be airbrushed, perfect make up, a primal and sexual confidence found only in porn and world leaders. Luxurious hair that would give Rapunzel a run for her money without being an inconvenience, all a perfect Platinum blonde that shimmered like a rainbow. She was, in a word, perfect.
And Jon could see how fake it was. His eyes tore away the illusion and saw hundreds of women overlayed by a ratty girl, practically homeless looking. And a husband that was not hers when a fire broke out a year ago.
She had stolen everything she had, and only Jon could see that.
