Jack made his way back to the room he'd awoken in and sat on the bed looking around for clues to his new identity. There were a few photos pinned up on a notice board, a stack of school books dumped on a bookcase in the corner and a parcel sitting on the desk. Curious, he got up and picked up the parcel. It was unopened and the name on it was 'Jon Gibson'. Remembering what his 'mother' had called him, he guessed that it was meant for him.
"Maybe it's the rulebook for this new life," he muttered, opening it.
Inside was a wooden box and a handwritten letter. The letter was a personal one and he felt a bit uncomfortable reading it, but did so anyway, hoping for clues. Instead he got a letter from what appeared to be a senile old man rambling on about some archeological stuff and a magic stone. Rolling his eyes he opened the box to find it did indeed contain a stone, and he had to admit it was like none he'd ever seen.
Rolling his eyes he grabbed the stone mockingly and said "I wish..,
