Her ability to flawlessly move back to the place was amazing, to say the least. She had a natural sense of direction, or she had a meticulous mind that remembered details easily. Either way, it didn't take long to move through the complex, through the former Queen's chambers, and through the garden to the room where the ritual, no her rebirth, had occurred. The altar appeared to be a simple slab of stone, devoid of decoration, but there was the matter of the dried blood.<br/><br/>She vaguely remembered the blood, but mostly what she remembered was her own blood. Changing, transforming, becoming alive.<br/><br/>'Interesting' he said, kneeling down beside the altar. He ran a hand along the stone, and the dried blood.<br/><br/>'You remember seeing nothing else in here?' he asked her.