Jon started awake, his dream still vivid in his mind. He dug the rock out of it's hiding place and stared at it.
"This is nothing to mess with. The thing is nothing but evil. I wish the wishing stone would go back where it came from and never be seen on the earth again." The stone disappeared from Jon's hand.
Some where in the depths of a region that most people only talk about with dread, a stone clattered on the granite floor of the great hall. The Master of this relm looked down at the small stone. He bent down stifly and plucked the stone from the floor. His taloned tipped fingers played the stone back and forth but he quickly grew tired of this small distraction, as he did often. His barbed tail swished back and forth as he walked over to a stand into which the stone fit nicely.
"Damned humans don't know a good thing when they have it in their hands," he sneered. Then he went in search of others to torment.
