There was a name carved into the stone. It was ZOE.
The first Zoe that Jon thought of, obviously, was his sister. "I wish I knew why Zoe's name is on this," he said, holding the stone. But nothing happened. No flash of light and no sudden knowledge flowing into his mind.
"What's wrong with this thing?"
Downstairs, the doorbell rang. He walked down and answered the door. It was Karyn. "Hi, Jon."
"Hi, Karyn. I think there's something wrong with this," he said, holding up the stone with the name Zoe on it.
"Why is Zoe's name on it?"
"I don't know. I tried to make a wish, but it wouldn't grant it."
Karyn took it from Jon and made a wish to know herself, but it didn't work for her either. Karyn was pretty smart and thought that maybe it only worked for someone named Zoe.
If they couldn't use the stone, and only a person named Zoe could, then the only way for them to make their wishes come true would be to find Zoe and force her to make their wishes for them.
But could they trust Jon's gothic sister?
