The Priestess and the Dragon_Book 1 in the Dragon Saga

by Nicolette Andrews

  Suzume stared down at the staff, the faded patterns and the worn middle. How did you use this stupid thing, Kazue?

  Kaito lunged for Suzume, she couldn't create a barrier--she didn't know how unless it created itself. She only had the staff. She flung the staff up, holding onto it with both hands. She brought it down on Kaito's nose. The force rattled the staff and jarred her arm. It did little to deter him, but he was momentarily deflected. He spun away for a moment before he came twisting back around.

  Suzume focused on the staff. She imagined the power slipping from her fingers and wrapping around the staff, as if it was an extension of her body and full of her power. She exhaled. Here goes nothing. She reached for the well of power she knew was hidden deep within her. Kaito roared and hail fell onto her head like hundreds of knives, tearing into her skin and obscuring her vision. Blood trickled down her cheek where one particular piece had sliced the skin near her eye. She could feel the power just below the surface, just beyond her reach. Focus, she told herself. Focus.

  Then she heard something, a low hum, a melody. It was the same one the old woman had been singing back in the village. Suzume hummed a few bars and it was as if a dam within her had been broken--power flowed through her fingertips and into the staff. She was cocooned in power. It radiated from within her and it burned, scorching her skin, and her insides felt as if they were being boiled in a pot. She had to let it loose or it was going to destroy her.

  Kaito was close now and Suzume pointed her staff. Her arms quivered, and like loosing an arrow from a bow, she unleashed the power. She felt it break free from within her and shoot towards Kaito. The staff worked like a conductor and it made a straight path, hitting Kaito square in the chest with a ball of red energy. He fell from the sky, plummeting like a rock before he crashed into the ground. Once the power left her, Suzume no longer had even the energy to stand. She slumped to her knees. Rin had returned to her human form and ran towards Kaito.

  Suzume felt hands on her shoulder, comforting and warm.

  "You did well," the priest told her.

  '"Did I kill him?" Suzume asked the priest. She had almost forgotten he was there.

  She felt conflicted. On one hand, she wanted Kaito out of her life. On the other, she did not want him dead. It was a surprising revelation, and one she would need to process, but not now, maybe not ever.

  The priest did not answer right away. He glanced over to Rin, who sat by Kaito's side, stroking his muzzle and speaking to him. "No, he is stunned."

  Suzume exhaled with relief. She ignored the look the priest gave her and focused on the real question. Now that this battle was over, there was only one thing left: what would happen when Kaito woke again?

  Chapter Thirty-five

  The priests stood over Kaito in a circle as they chanted. The low reverberating sound resonated through Suzume and the short hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Their chanting changed tempo, increasing in pace. Suzume's pulse raced with the fast-moving chant. Kaito's form blurred and shifted. His serpentine body shortened, twisting and writhing. Suzume watched with rapt attention. The song faded into one residual note that echoed around them and filled Suzume's skull. Kaito lay on the ground, back in his human form. The head priest had been leading the chanting.

  He directed the other priests to pick Kaito up. Must be easier than trying to pick up a one-ton dragon. Two priests stood on opposite ends of Kaito and picked him up by his hands and feet. Slung between them, Kaito's head lolled backwards at an unnatural angle. He looked dead and the idea sent a twisting sensation through Suzume's stomach.

  She turned away. The garden was in disarray. Bushes had been uprooted. The paving stones were slicked over with frost and pools of water had gathered in massive indents made by clawed feet. What a mess.

  Across the garden, an elderly priest tutted over Rin's injury. He dabbed at the gash on her shoulder. Rin swatted at his hand, but he grabbed her hand and pursed his lips at her. Rin scowled back at the old man. They remained locked in a battle of wills for a moment before Rin rolled her eyes and let him continue. Rin caught sight of Suzume watching them, and smiled at her. Suzume reluctantly smiled back. Now that Rin had helped her, were they obligated to be friends? Suzume wasn't sure how she felt about that.

  Suzume fidgeted with the staff in her hand. Now that the battle was over, it felt leaden in her grip. She looked away from Rin and towards the ground. Blood was spattered there and her stomach heaved. He knows Kazue was my past life. If Rin hadn't intervened, this would have been my blood on the ground. She looked away from the blood and back towards the retreating forms of the priests who carried Kaito away. It happened just like I thought it would. But now it may be too late to get away with my life.

  Rin broke free of the priest and sauntered over to Suzume. "How are you?" Rin asked as she reached Suzume.

  Suzume shrugged in response. She wasn't sure what to say--for once in her life. She felt deflated and humbled by her fight. By some miracle she had escaped with her life, but if it came down to it, could she repeat the performance?

  Rin didn't seem to need an explanation and she continued, "I'll watch over Kaito until he wakes up."

  What happens when he wakes up? He'll most likely want to try to kill me again. I need to run away from here.

  "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," Suzume said. She shifted the staff from one hand to another. "When will he wake?"

  Rin shrugged. "Hard to tell, but I can keep him at bay if he's... aggressive when he does."

  I'll be long gone by then, hopefully. Maybe I can convince the head priest to give me food and a way to get away from here. She was disgusted by her own thoughts. When did I become such a coward? Even if I run, he'll find me.

  Despite her own fear, however, she had to keep up appearances. "Make sure you do," Suzume said. With a toss of her hair, she strolled away. Her hands shook. She tightened her grasp on the staff as she walked away.

  She made a beeline for the head priest. She needed to keep moving; if she kept still, then her fear would catch up with her, and if that happened... well, she was not willing to consider that. The head priest was conferring with his second when Suzume approached. The priest looked up at her and smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

  "Suzume, I thought you would want to rest." He motioned for the second to leave with a wave of his hand.

  "I don't think I could rest even if I wanted to," she replied with a self-deprecating laugh.

  He chuckled softly and his eyes flitted towards the staff. "You were able to get her staff with little trouble."

  She held up the staff for his inspection. "So this is Kazue's staff?"

  "It is, I'm glad you were able to retrieve it. None of our order has been able to get near it for many years."

  A feeling of foreboding settled over her, just another way in which being Kazue's reincarnation made her special. The words caught in her throat, choking her.

  "I have a favor to ask of you," Suzume said, changing the subject.

  "Oh?" the head priest said. His eyes bored into her, as if he saw through her to her soul.

  Suzume shifted the staff so one end rested on the ground while keeping it within her control. She was feeling oddly possessive of the thing. "I need to leave here before the Dragon wakes. Can you help me?"

  A slight smirk curled his lips. "The Dragon will sleep for now. He shall not wake until we find a way to calm him, I can assure you."

  Am I imagining things, or does he not want me to leave? "How can you be so sure? Have you put him under a spell?" He didn't seem that powerful, but maybe there was more to the priest than met the eye.

  "Not indefinitely, but long enough to sort some things out." He smiled. Before his smile had been reassuring, but now that she felt trapped, she wondered if she had been drawn in too easily by the priest.

  This is a good opportunity to learn. If he does stay asleep, then maybe I can learn how to seal him before he wakes.

  "Can you teach me
how to seal him away?" she asked without disguising the desperation in her voice.

  "I am not sure that is wise..."

  "He's going to kill me! Can you not see that?" She pointed towards the dormitories where Kaito had been taken. "He's realized I am Kazue and he will not stop until he has his revenge."

  The priest nodded thoughtfully. "Perhaps."

  "Can you at least tell me what's so special about this staff?"

  "It was Kazue's," he replied.

  "That I know, but there's more you're not telling me."

  He rubbed his hands together and his gaze slowly slid from the staff to Suzume's face. "The legends say that Kazue embedded certain artifacts with her spiritual power. We believe this staff was one of those artifacts."

  "You don't know for sure?"

  "The staff was warded by Kazue before her death. And no one could touch it, except you..."

  Suzume frowned. "Because I am her reincarnation?"

  "Perhaps"

  She fought the urge to shake the old man. Could no one give a straight answer?

  "Well, I have the staff, now what?"

  "Stay here, let us train you in its use. Together we will be able to unlock your true potential." Again she saw a hint of something more sinister in his expression. I'm being paranoid, not everyone has an ulterior motive. The fight with Kaito had shaken her. He was still the kind priest she had met. Nothing changed.

  Suzume pursed her lips. "Alright, fine, but if the Dragon shows the slightest inclination of waking, I am out of here, got it?"

  "Thank you, Suzume." The priest bowed deep and the hems of his sleeves scraped against the gravel at their feet.

  Suzume fought an eye roll. Feels like I am back at the palace. A momentary pang of longing swept over her. I'll get back there eventually, I guess.

  "When can I start learning?" Suzume asked while gesturing with the staff.

  The priest glanced around them. Suzume followed his gaze; the place was in chaos. The ordered hedges were trampled and the ancient gingko trees had deep gashes in them. "I will need time to set things in order, but soon, hopefully." He looked doubtful.

  She hated to wait, but it looked like she did not have much choice in the matter. The alternative, of course, was running away and hoping Kaito would not find her. The problem was he would wake eventually and he would come for her, of that she had no doubt. I can't live on the run forever.

  "In the meantime, could you take that back to the shrine?" The priest nodded towards the staff. He still had a hungry look in his eye.

  She held it close. She didn't want to let it go. "I was wondering if I could keep it?" Suzume asked.

  The priest's frown deepened. "I will have to discuss it with the others. I know you are Kazue's reincarnation, but that is a sacred item, one that is imbued with power, and we cannot let it leave this compound lightly."

  Suzume rubbed the smooth edges of the grip across the palm of her hand, contemplating it. This held immense power? It felt like a little bit of wood, but it felt right in her hands. She felt powerful while she had it. Except for when that strange guy attacked me. Who was he?

  "I'll take it back to the shrine, then," Suzume said.

  I don't want to leave this lying around. Something is telling me I am meant to have it. If Kazue warded this five hundred years ago, it must have been with good reason. She headed off towards the temple. I wonder if that man will be there when I get back.

  She touched her lips where he had kissed her. Who was that creep, and what did he want with her? She reached the shrine without interruption. She was half-hoping she would run into the mysterious man. He did not make an appearance, much to her frustration. She had some questions for him now that the battle was over. Suzume set the staff back in its place and looked around the temple.

  What was so special about Kazue? Why did everyone revere her?

  The wind blew outside and ruffled the trees and leaves. Suzume felt a prickling along her neck. Her hand reached instinctively for the staff on its pedestal. It felt safer to have a weapon, rather than not. Right now her senses shouted at her that something was amiss. A floorboard creaked. She snatched the staff back off the pedestal and spun around. There was no one there. She rolled her eyes. I'm getting paranoid. Rightfully so, my life was normal until recently...

  She moved to set the staff back down when sparks raced over her arms and neck. She rubbed her neck and looked over her shoulder. There's definitely someone here.

  "Who's here?" She spun back around, staff held in a defensive pose crossed in front of her at a diagonal. "I know you're there and I am ready for you this time. I owe you payback for that kiss earlier."

  Soft laughter, husky and feminine, replied. The gooseflesh rose on her arms. That was not the response she was expecting.

  "Who's there?" Suzume repeated.

  The laughter died, and from around a pillar on the outer veranda, a woman appeared. She wore a blood-red kimono, with long sleeves edged in gold thread, that dragged along the ground. Her ebony hair was coiffed on top of her head. Decorative pins stuck from it and small bells on the end of the sticks tinkled as she moved.

  "My, you are a strange-looking priestess." The woman looked Suzume up and down.

  Suzume pointed the staff at her. "Who are you?"

  A strange energy radiated from the woman and Suzume had a sinking suspicion she was no woman at all.

  "My, my, your manners are terrible." The woman strolled closer to Suzume. She had her lips painted a bright red, which flashed against her white teeth and dark black eyes.

  Suzume took an unconscious step back and bumped into the pedestal. She steadied herself on the pedestal to keep from falling over. The woman came within an inch of Suzume and tilted her head from side to side as she examined Suzume's face. A faintly sweet smell clung to the woman. She brushed a long-fingered hand against Suzume's face. The touch crackled with energy but did not burn, more like tickled.

  "You are her, I thought Tsuki was lying."

  "Who's Tsuki?" Suzume asked. She was not sure if she was afraid or intrigued.

  The woman's smile was a predatory flash of teeth. "My brother."

  Suzume slid away from the woman's grasp and ran around to the other side of the pedestal. She tried desperately to remember the melody that had unleashed the power before, but it escaped her at the moment. This is a great time to choke. What does this woman want with me? And her brother, for that matter.

  "What do you want? To drain me of all my spiritual power? Well, I'm not going down without a fight!" Suzume snarled. She tried to swing the staff to make a point, but it collided with an incense-filled lantern. Her staff tangled in the chain, suspending the staff from the ceiling. She jerked forward and stumbled, hitting the floor at the woman's feet. She yanked the staff free and it slammed into the ground with a thunk.

  "I see you have the staff--you're making good progress, then. We've been waiting a long time for you to realize yourself." The woman's expression gave nothing away.

  Suzume scowled up at her. Was the woman making fun of her? Suzume couldn't tell. "What are you talking about?"

  The woman's perfect painted lips hung open for a second before she smiled again. "You've realized that you are Kazue. That's why you woke the Dragon. You should know..." The woman shrugged her shoulders.

  "Well, I don't. Do you care to enlighten me?"

  The woman laughed her throaty laugh.

  "What is so funny?" demanded Suzume.

  "It's just you look nothing like Kazue and sound nothing like her. Kazue always led. We never had to give her instructions."

  Suzume's face flushed. She wasn't sure why it upset her so, but it did. "Well, I am not Kazue, and it would do you well to explain what you're doing here."

  She stopped laughing, but the mirth continued to light up her eyes. "Well, seeing as I am your servant, I am here to help you finish Kazue's task."

  "Her task?" Suzume prompted.

  "You don't know?"

  "No.
That's what I am hoping you'll elaborate on."

  The woman frowned. "What? I don't know either! Kazue said when she returned, she would break the curse and finish the task." The woman's eyes had turned red, a scorching red that looked like they would burn through Suzume. "Damn you, Kazue, you tricked me!" She snarled as she tugged at her coiffed hair. The pins came loose and clattered on the ground. Her black hair tumbled to her shoulders and she turned away from Suzume.

  "Now, sister, calm down," a man's voice said.

  He sounded like he was nearby, but as far as Suzume could tell, she and the woman were alone.

  "Tsuki," the woman whined, all traces of her sultry voice gone, "I am tired of these tricks. Maybe we should kill the incarnation and be done with it."

  "No." The man's tone was firm. "We have waited much too long for this. The priestess can be taught. Perhaps she has not regained her past memories yet."

  "Ah, Tsuki, I think you are right." The woman turned back towards Suzume.

  Suzume gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. The staff fell to the ground with a clatter. The woman strolled over to Suzume and picked up the staff off the ground. Suzume stared at the woman, she could not take her eyes off of her.

  The woman's face had changed. One half, the right, remained the same--all sultry eyes and soft lips, but the other side was angular with a slight bristling of a beard.

  Suzume screeched. "What is wrong with your face?"

  The man's voice responded. "Sorry to frighten you, let us introduce ourselves. My name is Tsuki, and this is my sister, Akira."

  Suzume's chin had hit the floor. I must be exhausted from the fight, I could not have heard him--er--her correctly. Words escaped her, she did not know how to process the sight before her. Even the left half of her body was different. The left shoulder was broad and instead of the elaborate robe, the left half wore a blue haori, the sleeves trimmed in silver thread over black hakama.

  "Let me explain, brother, you're scaring the girl," Akira, or was it Tsuki, said in a feminine voice.

  "Very well," the male voice said before it disappeared, leaving behind the seductive-looking woman, once more whole, in a single red and gold kimono.