Air flowed back to her lungs, ballooning them again. It seemed an eternity since she last felt the sensation, but then, time had become a funny thing as of late. Nearly seven months had passed since an event which many referred to as untimely had happened -- or maybe it was closer to eight. Time was irrelevant. The months had passed in mere moments for her, in which time she was accepted by the sword, taught by the Eye of Thundera. It was a greater honor than she had ever hoped to know, to be the power that was the Thundercats, the very soul of them. There was more than just merely allowing the sword to use her as a host, however. She had to learn to let it overtake her, and allow herself to overtake it. Jaga had not spent the time necessary to learn all that needed to be, which was why the sword sought a new host. And the first thing for her to learn was that the sword and the Eye of Thundera were somewhat interchangeable, in the sense that they were one. And now, though her physical body allowed her movement in this realm of the living, her soul was intertwined with the sword's.

Slowly, her eyes allowed the sun to greet them. She was sitting up against a cold, hard slab. After a moment, she lifted herself from the ground, allowing her relaxed muscles to once again experience motion. Curiously she read the words that were engraved above the date below the name.

Here lies the noblest of thunderians
Born into life anew

She had to laugh at the message. They had no idea how right they were. Just as Jaga had been killed to come back and serve the sword, so had she -- with greater knowledge now than she had ever dreamed it able for one individual to learn in a lifetime. But she had many lifetimes now, to learn, and to use the information the sword had taught her. Had Jaga not been so evil -- and despite what many had thought, even her, the sword taught her this -- he would have still been the power. But his greed exceeded what the sword could handle. The Eye of Thundera would protect *her* now, and she would protect it.

She carefully walked to the front of the lair, savoring each step she took as if it were her first. She came to the entrance, unsure of how to greet whoever answered. She knocked on the door, waiting for someone to let her in.

It was Snarfer who finally did, a disbelieving look crossing the quadruped's face. "But you're...supposed to be...um...you were...snarfer, snarfer, I  mean, we thought...we saw...roowwwll, you were...but now...snarfer, snarfer, now, you're..." Snarfer fought to find the words, completely unsure of himself now.

"...back." she finished for him.