Prophecy (27 page)

Hundreds of Hansong citizens, armed with swords, spears, axes, pitchforks, shovels, sticks, and lit torches, advanced upon the gates. She ran to them when she saw Taejo speaking to the crowd.

“Thank you, my people!” he said. “We must open these gates so my uncle, the Guru king, can enter and drive out our enemies!”

The citizens roared in agreement, shaking their makeshift weapons in the air. Taejo faced the Yamato soldiers, his face grim and determined.

“For Hansong!” he cried. Holding his sword up, he raced forward. Kira stayed close to him. Within seconds, the horde was on top of the soldiers, fighting with a lack of skill that they compensated for with their fury and greater numbers.

From above, she heard Kwan’s voice calling to them. He pointed to the gate just as she parried a vicious blow from another swordsman.

“Noona, cover me!” Taejo raced for the unmanned gate crank, Kira at his heels.

The people overtook the soldiers on the ground and were trying to reach the sentries in their towers. Bowmen flanking the gate above turned their bows to the crowd and began to shoot. Kira desperately wished she had her bow. Grabbing a shield, she held it over Taejo’s head as they ran.

The entranceway was blocked—first by wooden doors, and then by a heavy iron gate. A group of urchins stood off to the side, pelting the bowmen with rocks. Kira seized a boy and pointed at the gateway. “Go and get those doors open!” she yelled.

The boys were running toward the first set of doors when a new sound caught her attention. A mounted Yamato company was approaching the main thoroughfare.

With no time to waste, Kira and Taejo ran to the massive iron crank. Several arrows flew in their direction, one hitting and bouncing off the spoke near Taejo’s hands.

From outside the city walls, Kira heard battle cries.

“They’re here!” Kira yelled. Throwing down her shield and sword, she heaved at the wheel of the crank with all her might, helping Taejo pull open the gate. Behind them, the Yamato battalion had reached the square and began wreaking carnage on the poorly armed citizens. She concentrated all her energy on the wheel, but the movement was slow. The massive gate would normally take four men to maneuver. As strong as Kira was, she couldn’t turn it quickly enough, and the Yamatos were drawing nearer.

“Push harder!” Taejo screamed.

She took in a deep breath and called out to her tiger spirit.
Help me now
, she asked.
Give me a little more of your strength
. She felt a fresh burst of energy and the familiar warmth of her tiger spirit. Pushing hard, the wheel suddenly caught momentum and began to move faster, until it came to a grinding halt and Kira locked it in place.

Kwan appeared at her side. “Good work,” he said. “Let’s go.” He threw Kira a sword and they charged forward, brother and sister, shoulder to shoulder.

“Wait for me!” Taejo shouted.

A deafening noise erupted as Captain Pak and his army burst through the open gateway. The few surviving citizens ran for their lives, desperately trying to avoid the hooves of the incoming army and the swords of their oppressors. Pak’s forces charged the Yamato battalion, attacking with multitipped long spears and axes, making short work of the enemy and heading into the city.

Kira and Taejo both gave a huge sigh of relief. But Kwan raced after Captain Pak’s forces.

The streets were littered with the dead. They weren’t just soldiers. They were ordinary people who had sacrificed themselves for their prince.

For Hansong.

Innocent lives taken.

Like her mother.

Her head shot up. Her mother’s soul was still trapped in the shadow realm.

You must destroy the one who cursed her
. Lady Mina’s voice echoed through her mind. She needed to find the shaman and kill him.

Pak’s men were now in control of the gate and patrolling the perimeter. Dragging Taejo over to a nearby building, she pulled him inside, where several families were hunched over in the rear of the room.

The men rose to their feet at their entrance and bowed, loud excited chatter breaking out.

“This is your prince, keep him safe,” Kira ordered. Turning to Taejo she said, “Stay here!”

“Where are you going?” Taejo asked.

Kira didn’t answer. She ran toward the cliff, where she’d last seen Ito.

She heard footsteps coming from behind her. Halting, she caught sight of Taejo, his small face determined.

“You’re not supposed to leave me behind! You promised to always protect me!” he yelled as he caught up.

“I’m trying to protect you! I have unfinished business to take care of and I want to keep you safe,” she said.

He shook his head stubbornly. “My place is by your side. I fight with you.”

She smiled down at her young cousin. He was growing up. One day he would be a great king. “Always,” she said. They gripped arms in solidarity and continued running.

As they neared the cliff, Kira faltered. Her nose was overloaded with the stench of demons. Suddenly, the streets were filled with soldiers and people running madly. Kira shoved Taejo aside, pressing him flat against the walls. A swarm of sharp-clawed imps were attacking the faces of their victims. An imp shrieked at Kira. She sliced its head off with one swipe of her sword.

“Stay close behind me. If an imp gets too close, cut off its head,” she said to Taejo before plunging into the midst of the melee. Immediately several imps flew at her, claws extended. She stabbed one out of the air and flung it away while punching another imp in the face. Taejo was close behind her, holding tight to the bottom of her jacket. Demon-possessed Yamato soldiers were massacring Guru soldiers and Hansong citizens alike. Panic engulfed her. She should never have brought her cousin here.

When they finally reached the stairway to the cliff, the ground shook beneath them. Cracks appeared in the pavement, the dirt between the stones crumbling away. In the middle of the street, something was bursting through the stones. Kira looked up, unsurprised to see Ito at the top of the cliff. His arms were raised before him and his lips moved in a rapid chant. He faced away from the staircase, staring intently at the break in the road.

Kira bolted up the stairs, her sword held low. A piercing shriek ripped through the air, causing her to stumble. Down below, a monster broke through, its massive eel-like head surging through the hole in the street. Its utter blackness was relieved by the red of its wide-open mouth and the sheen of sharp fangs. The monster slithered straight up into the sky, a mass of undulating muscle, before it doubled over to scoop up a dozen soldiers in its gaping jaws. Archers let loose their arrows, piercing the monster’s hide, but still it attacked.

“Imoogi,” Kira breathed.

Taejo’s trembling hand gripped her arm. Memories of the monster in the lake flooded her mind. Once again, she was seven years old, trying to save her cousin.

They kept climbing, away from the monster and the screams of the terrified people. As she neared the top, she ordered Taejo to stay back. She raised her sword for a killing blow, all her attention focused on the chanting figure at the top of the steps. Kira rushed at Ito, aiming her sword at his neck. But when she thrust her weapon, it encountered nothing but air, her forward momentum sending her crashing to her knees. She twisted up to see Ito’s body shimmer and dissolve. It was a mirage.

Stunned, she whirled around to find the shaman right behind her. He smashed a rock into her face, hitting her injured eye. Kira dropped to the ground with an agonized scream, fighting to retain consciousness but unable to rise.

“Now I have you,” Ito rasped as he bent down and pressed his fingers into her temples. “You’ll see your mother soon enough, and I’ll throw your empty shell of a body over the cliff, just like I did to her.”

Kira writhed in agony. It felt as if her insides were being ripped out of her. How could she have been so stupid? She’d rushed in without relying on her senses and had fallen right into his trap.

The pain vanished when Ito released her suddenly. She could barely raise her head to see, her vision blurred by her injury. From the corner of her eye she saw Taejo darting away, wielding his sword with two hands. Blood coursed down from Ito’s right arm where he’d been stabbed. Ito raised his sword and attacked. The force of the blow dropped Taejo to his knees.

The young prince rolled on the ground and kicked out with his feet, unbalancing the other man and sending Ito flat on his back. The older man attacked again, pushing Taejo toward the cliff’s edge.

Kira raised herself up, but her head spun with sickening force, nearly causing her to black out. She’d lost a lot of blood. Swallowing, she got up on her knees. Bile rose in her throat. Yet her eyes remained locked on the battle before her.

Taejo quickly skirted to the right and leveled a blow before tripping over a rock and losing hold of his weapon.

Kira staggered to her feet and swung her weapon down on Ito’s sword arm, slicing his hand off. He screamed and clutched his arm, staring at the blood pouring from the stump.

Kira thrust her sword at Ito’s chest. He knocked her blade aside and grabbed its hilt, pulling her close and swinging the blade back toward her. She struggled for control, but she was dizzy and weak. He chanted what sounded like gibberish, and yet it sent slivers of dread down Kira’s spine.

Taejo darted forward in a surprise move and ripped Kira’s pouch from Ito’s neck. Before Kira could stab the shaman again, he was gone, leaving only an eerie glimmer in the air. Kira couldn’t believe it. She’d never seen this kind of magic before. How could a human have demon-like abilities? There was only one answer—he wasn’t human.

Ito was stalking Taejo. As he chanted, they heard the answering shriek from the imoogi below.

“Noona!” Taejo yelled. He threw the bag to Kira.

She caught it and quickly pulled the ruby out. Ito refocused on her, his chanting louder as the dreadful cries of the imoogi came closer.

Kira raised her hands up and saw the ruby flare to life with a scorching heat. This time, when the tidal stone asked what she wanted, she didn’t hesitate. She let her mind meld with that of the ruby. Together they plunged into the depths of the Han River. She called the water to her and it began to swirl around her in a great column. She was one with the water. She was the water dragon.

The ruby hummed with power. You are my master, it said. And Kira knew it was true.

Kira exploded from the river like an enormous geyser, plunging down on Ito. Her dragon let loose a tidal wave, knocking the Yamato down.

The shaman struggled to his feet and continued to chant. An answering roar was heard from below and in the next moment, the imoogi soared up into the air and crashed against the water dragon. The impact caused Kira to lose contact with her creation as it began to disintegrate, water spraying everywhere. She fought to control the water dragon, to retain her consciousness with it. The ruby pulsing in her hands matched the drumming in her blood as she pulled the great creature into being again. But she knew she needed something stronger.

The ruby suddenly shifted from scorching hot to a freezing cold that spread up her arms and chest, chilling her heart and pumping icy blood through her veins. She opened her clear dragon eyes and stared at Ito. Kira bellowed, sending an icy blast through the air. Her watery scales solidified into sheets of blue ice. She extended her claws, letting the chill from her heart freeze into long, hooked talons. As the imoogi rushed forward, Kira struck with all eight of her ice talons, slashing and puncturing the creature’s skin.

The imoogi roared in rage and pain. Black blood coursed down its leathery skin, dripping onto the ground in steaming puddles. It attacked again, clamping its jaws around her dragon neck, cracking her scales of ice. She felt a searing pain as the imoogi’s fangs punctured her frozen skin and water began to leak from the wound. She clawed at the creature, plucking out its eye. The imoogi released her, flailing in the air before falling down the stairs.

“No! I command you to kill her!” Kira heard Ito rage at his creature.

The imoogi slithered up the stairs, its eel-like head shifting left to compensate for its lost eye. Kira flew straight up into the air and spiraled down, landing on the imoogi’s back, her talons piercing clear through its heart and out the other end.

The imoogi collapsed, its body shuddering. Kira withdrew her talons, watching as the monster crashed down to the bottom of the stairs.

A scream pierced the air. She whirled around to see the Yamato holding a dagger to Taejo’s neck.

“Throw me the stone or the prince will die,” Ito snarled.

The power of the tidal stone still pulsed in her blood, urging her to kill him, to slash him through the heart with one frozen talon. She stared at the mad eyes of the shaman and thought of her mother doomed in the shadow realm. She would never be free if she didn’t destroy him.

Taejo whimpered as the blade bit into his throat, blood seeping from the cut.

She could feel the ice melting away even as her blood pounded for vengeance. Lady Mina’s voice rang within her mind. Revenge for the dead should never occur at a price to the living.

“Taejo!” Once more she felt the crippling pain of her head wound as water crashed to the ground, soaking them all.