One Thousand Years.
The jagged red stone's warmth is like nothing I ever felt before in my meager life.
It fills me to the tip of my being and burns me to my very core.
Like a thousand flames scorching across my body, like bathing in molten lava.
Never before have I felt my powers so insignificant, so pathetically small.
If my powers were compared to some legendary fire beast's, then my surprise would not be prominent.
After all, I am a minor creature compared to them.
But to this stone's power I am nothing.
The burning stone is giving me it's power, I can feel it.
I was once an empty pitcher, seeking and needing sustenance.
But as the stone transfers it's life into me, the pitcher fills up higher and higher until I'm filled to the brim.
The great power is mine now, all mine and no one else's!
My new cold, scarlet eyes open to gaze at my unfamiliar shape.
I am much larger and slimmer then I was before.
My long fur shines like the sun and glitters like gold.
Three new tails have sprouted and are waving elegantly in the air behind me.
My hypnotising ruby eyes search for the stone that changed me.
Yet I see nothing but a pile of ash and dust at my feet.
I dip my beautiful muzzle down to scrutinize the remains.
It not longer shimmers like fire or radiates heat.
It contains no power or magic in it.
It is just ordinary dust that blows away with the wind.
However, the stone lives on in me.
My fire shall burn for many more years.