Virginia said. “I think historians have misinterpreted the purposes of the structures. There simply isn’t enough information to support their theories.”
“What in the world do you think it was used for then?” Dustin leveled a puzzled look at her.
“I really can’t say.”
“Why not?”
“Because there’s insufficient evidence to make an educated guess,” Virginia replied.
“You’re wrong. All evidence points to dark magic,” Dustin said.
A general sense of uneasiness dominated Mark’s thoughts for the rest of the ride over to New Hampshire. Virginia had a rental car waiting for her at the airport. It was a blue sedan and she drove them to the site which was ensconced in a thick forest and consisted of a myriad of stone walls and crude-looking stone constructions. The walls were constructed with mostly flat and various-sized stones and sometimes formed general box-shaped rooms. Some of the walls marked the openings of underground passageways and caves. Virginia led the trio through the maze of structures. They reached a long flat chiseled rock that resembled a table with grooves lining the edge and held up by four legs comprised of smaller rocks stacked together.
“They call this the ‘sacrificial stone.’ You can see where there’s a gutter to keep the blood from spilling off the table.” Dustin gestured at the ancient structure.
“There’s evidence that primitives found and changed many of the structures here,” Virginia commented.
“Which piece do you want me to restore?” Mark asked.
“Let’s try this one.” Virginia gestured at the sacrificial table.
Mark swallowed as he contemplated the stone structure and how it had been used by primitives. Hopefully, she was right about the earlier advanced civilization creating it for something else. Mark brandished two of his wands as he made a show of confidence. He closed his eyes for a moment as he opened his awareness to the currents of source energy that flowed around him. He tapped into this power and allowed it to stream through his body. Impressions and information whispered at the edges of his mind. Mark opened his eyes and activated the wands. The energy emerged from the tips of his wands in the form of a glowing, gold mist that poured into the stone table. Mark sensed the energy signature and the vast history of it. He reached out with his mind to direct the current structure to reassemble itself into its former condition. The critical element of success was finding the core energy of the object from the past when it was in prime condition. It was a process that normally took just a moment but this would take longer. Mark’s mind delved deeper into the vast history of the sacrificial stone as he struggled to find the core energy. He normally enjoyed doing the process but this particular job took all of his concentration and willpower. Mark sensed the energy from his wands petering out and realized he only had a few seconds left. He exchanged each wand, one at a time, with the two backups he’d brought and managed to keep the spell active while doing so.
Mark continued his efforts until he reached a series of possible energy cores. Mark studied the various colored patterns that glittered in front of him as he narrowed the possibilities down to about twenty. He was running out of time again and had to make a decision soon. He allowed his intuition to take over. After several seconds, he picked one of the potential cores and directed the energy of the restoration enchantment into it. A gold, shimmering luminescence suffused the table and became ever brighter until all that was visible was a blaze of light. It expanded into a massive sphere that continued to stretch farther out. Mark, Virginia, and Dustin retreated to a safer distance. Mark sensed the energy configuration he’d chosen snap into place and several seconds later, the shimmering gold illumination winked out of existence. The appearance of the stone table was exactly