Surprisingly, her words did not stoke a rage filled attack like she had expected. Perhaps she had misjudged. However, that wasn't to say he was happy to hear her observation either. After all, many wouldn't in his situation. For long time, the girl herself could never admit to herself that she was truly forgotten. For years she waited, silently in the darkness... Waiting. Why would they leave her? What reason did they have for doing such a thing? Their legacy crumbled in their absence, and she was left alone in the sand... Truly abandoned... Truly forgotten.
"Than you've noticed a specific set of us 'humans'." She said with venom. "Not all are as cowardly and fearful as you'd expect. Isolation will only narrow your view, and only a fool will willingly commit themselves to that torture."
The woman then slowly began to walk towards the wall, placing a hand on the old sandstone. She shut her eyes for a moment, breathing in slowly as her fingers traced the ancient brick. At his question, she opened her lids again and turned slightly. "A second chance..." The woman would walk towards the center of the chamber, but this time something odd was happening. A thin line of sand began to sink into the floor behind her as she walked, and soon more lines appeared. Only a few seconds, the entire floor was filled with these cracks, all converging towards the center. Suddenly, a circular shape appeared in the sands, and then it rose. The entire room echoed with the sound of sliding stone as a rather large alter looking object steadily ascended from the depths of the ruin. It looked like an empty basin.
"Here we are..." She whispered, smirking. With a quick hand movement, the sand filling the basin was quickly thrown aside by some invisible force, leaving it completely empty. "You see, my friend." She began, slowly raising her hand, and removing the glove. "We can all find what we're looking for..." Soon, a black mist circulated her hand, and a rather cruel looking dagger manifested in the palm of her other hand. "We just need to... Expand our search parameters... See the light." She grinned, holding the dagger to her open palm, and quickly running it across.
She gave no indication of pain, she simply held out her wounded hand over the basin and waited for a moment. At first, nothing, but soon a thick, almost black liquid began to drip from her palm. It fell into the basin, and stained the stone with red. "THese old tombs..." She began, still keeping her arm lifted above the basin. "Their builders always hid something in it to return their master's grave into a fortress, when they returned... Or so they believed." She'd say, looking up to him, removing her hand finally as the wound on her palm began to heal rapidly. Suddenly, a glowing, yellow mist began to form around the top of the basin, and then it turned into a sickly green, falling to the floor around it. A loud rumbling echoed throughout the chamber, and then the stone began to move around them. A necrotic green light began to shine through the ruin's crevices and cracks. The woman simply backed up from the basin with her arms behind her back, watching intently.
The room began to rise steadily as the stones on the walls began to shift and change. Large holes opened up into the floor that led to dark abysses, draining the entire chamber of sand. Soon, the throne the Jackal was sitting on began to rise itself. And then a light. Somewhere, far above them, the rocks opened to reveal the sun of the outside world. A golden ray of light shone down through the tomb, illuminating the entire chamber. Fountains of clear, pure water began to spout from the mouths of statues on the walls, filling up large pools at their bases... It was beautiful.
In mere minutes, the entire tomb had transformed from a ruin... To a gleaming palace of splendor. The woman standing in front of the basin as it began to sink slowly back into the stone.
"She may be gone, but you can still honor her work.... This is the chance I offer you."