"So this Sun Stone thingamajiggy will make me a better martial artist?" A raven haired teenager, by the name of Ranma, asked.

A decidedly Scottish man nodded and continued where he was interrupted, "Yes, it well. The Sun Stun well bring out the parsuns follest potential in the felds they are destined far. However, the Sun Stun comes wit ah price."

"A price? How much do ya want?"

"Naht that kand of price. Destiny well mack sure that you pay the price. You'll never know the price antil it's too late. Sum have fund that the price is too hagh; udders, well..." the scott shrugged and left the sentence unfinished.

A sweatdrop appeared behind Ranma's head, "Ookaaay. Are ya sure ya don't want anything in return?"

"Ahm sure, lad. The Sun Stun as useless to me. It wurks ahnly for those who destiny needs it ta wurk far. Ah have no clue on how ta use it."

"Um, okay. Thanks for the Sun Stone. By the way, I never did get your name sir."

"Mah name does naht matter. Ah'll just thank you far helping me wit' those muggars. Farewell lad." the scott extends his hand.

"Umm, sayonara" Ranma returned the handshake and then bowes to the scott in a parting gesture.

"One mah thing lad. If the Sun Stun wurks far you, good lock. I hope tha price isn't to hagh far ya."

Ranma just gave the man a nod and smile of sincere thanks. He then hopped onto the rooftop and started sprinting away.

As soon as Ranma was gone the scottsman started glowing, "Yes, Ranma. I do hope that the price isn't too hight for you. I regret doing this to you; but, the only way is for you to use the Son Stone." The figure then disappeared in a flash.

Ranma was lying in awake in bed wondering about what that man said. He didn’t remember much, other than the name of the rock, as his attention was focused on the Stone during the entire conversation.
The Sun Stone... as soon as he saw it he knew he needed it. He wasn’t sure what drew him to it. All of feelings and actions sprung from his instincts. Nothing more, nothing less. And, when he first touched it, he felt a “tingle” in his subconciousness.
Without realizing it, his hand reached underneath his pillow and grasped the rock hidden there. As soon as he clutched it, Ranma felt that “tingle” again. He pulled his hand from beneath the pillow slowly. He turned on his side as he was bringing the stone into view.
As he “inspects” the rock his pigtail hung lazily behind him. His eyes, unreadable. His thoughts, so chaotic and cluttered Martha Stewart couldn’t get them organized. Only one thought was prevalent throughout his inner maelstrom, “What is my greatest potential?”
Then the rock started glowing a sickly green colour. Now his thoughts strayed from self reflection to... well... things like, “uh-oh” and “When will I learn to keep my mouth shut?” The Stone then gave off a blinding flash. The flash then receded gradually, but swiftly, until it was just a memory. As was the stone, and the person holding it.