(this takes place before Jules and Stone knew each other)

Stone brushed dirt off her face. She was out of breath, grabbing onto the wall for support.
"Goblin.... Are we there," Stone asked. The little green pointed-eared goblin standing next to her nodded. Out of nowhere, red smoke appeared in front of them, and then, suddenly, a teenage boy- probably eighteen or nineteen years old.
"Welcome," he cheered, his smile big and bright, hands on his hips, his hazel eyes gleaming. He was wearing an orange robe with a yellow dress. He looked as if the Warm Colors had a human form with his fiery red hair.
"Coba, you did well," he said. "Is this Stone?"
The goblin- Coba was his name, right?- nodded and pushed Stone forwards.
"Yes, I'm Stone Wisher," Stone said. "And you are?"
The boy laughed and smiled. "I'm Ilouis. I'm supposed to introduce you to Camp Magia."
"Camp Magia," Stone repeated, smiling. Magia- "Magic", in Latin. She knew that since she was learning Latin.
"Yes," Ilouis said. "Now, I'm supposed to take you to Jules...."
Stone smiled. Jules. Whoever that was, hopefully he was nice.
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Ilouis lead Stone forward, Coba staying behind and pulling a big glob of something that looked suspiciously like gum out of his ear.
"Jules is your age, I think," Ilouis told Stone. "No one truly knows his age, him being a bit sneaky and all, but we say he is twelve. Are you twelve?"
Stone shook her head. "I'm eleven. But its close."
Ilouis lead Stone a bit farther forwards, then in several directions Stone forgot after the twentieth turn. Finally, they saw an old man in the middle of the road, muttering, "Stone. They said Stone would come."
Stone opened her mouth in shock. "That old man is Jules," she asked. He looked about seventy- didn't they say he was twelve?
The old man- Jules, Stone guessed, turned around and smiled weakly at her. "Ah, you must be Stone," his croaky voice spit out. "I'm going to be your guide the next few days."
Stone tried not to throw up. When she expected guide, she thought that they would be friends. Not some seventy old grandpa following her around and croaking out facts.
Ilious smiled and looked back and forth at Jules and Stone. "Come on, Jules, show Stone who you really are," Ilious said, fixing his gaze on Jules.
Jules shimmered in a green light and shrank into a size around Stone's, and his wrinkles disapeared, his gray hair turned a brighter blond, and his smile was strong. Then he looked like a twelve-year-old sixth grader.
"I'm Jules," he said, and Stone guessed he was holding in laughter because of his expression. "Twelve years old. I'll be your shapeshifting guide."
Stone smiled a bit. "A shapeshifter? You mean you could shapeshift into me?"
Jules flinched. "Well, no," he said, but it sounded like he never wanted to bring up the topic. "I... uh... Can only change my age."
Stone looked at her feet. "Sorry," she said, but Jules smiled. "It's fine," he said, and Stone looked back up. "Let's go show you everything! Like the grand hall, rooms, the nose-picking statue..." Stone laughed and said, "Nose-picking statue? What is that?" Jules laughed and simply said, "I'll show you."

(The end of short story....)