Annie Nicholas - Koishi

The door cracked open and a younger nurse peeked out. “I just got a call saying to expect Beth’s sister. Are you her?”

Sandra nodded, her voice strangled by the constrictions in her throat.

“Normally we wouldn’t do this, but we’ve been trying to reach you. The number on file goes straight to your answering service.”

“I’ve been out of the country. Can I see her? Please.” She held out her hands, pleading.

The nurse gestured for her to enter the ICU. “Just be quiet and fast. Once we start bending the rules for one person, everyone expects us to bend them.”

Sandra took a deep breath, steeling her spine, and followed the nurse through an area decorated in machines that beeped and rang. She couldn’t imagine why they’d worry about what noise she’d create.

The nurse stopped by an open sliding glass door, pointed to the bed and left Sandra on her own.

Racing inside, she stalled as soon as she stepped inside the room.

Beth lay sleeping, hooked to a heart monitor and oxygen. Sandra didn’t have a medical degree, but she knew a heart rate of one hundred and forty wasn’t a good sign.

She crept to her sister’s bedside and knelt on the floor, taking her hand. “Beth?”

Her eyelids fluttered open.

“I’m back. I got it.”

Beth gave her a weak smile. The alarm on her monitor went off and she could see her heart beat faster and faster.

“Shhh…” Sandra stroked her hair. “I’m here to save you.” Searching the room, she mentally beat her brain to a pulp. She’d been so focused on finding her sister that she’d forgotten to bring something to feed her with the saji. Spotting a water jug, she carried it back to Beth and pulled out the spoon. “You will never believe who gave this to me. I’ve got so much to tell you.” She scooped up a spoonful and held it to her lips. “Drink.”

As she slid the spoon into Beth’s mouth, Sandra sensed a tingle along the metal between her fingers. Her heart raced along with Beth’s. It was working. Desperation had driven her to acquire the spoon, but she hadn’t dared hope it would work.

The beep, beep, beep on the monitor slowed to a regular rhythm more akin to a march than a heavy metal drummer on crack. Color returned to Beth’s cheeks, making her appear like the twenty-year-old girl she was, instead of a living corpse.

Beth smiled at her. “You’re not a dream.”

Like a high school wide receiver making his first touchdown, Sandra jumped up with her arms in the air and did a stupid dance.

Her sister laughed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “Where did you go?”

Sandra sat on the edge of her bed and clutched her hand. “I went to Japan and met a dragon.”

Beth snorted. “Sure. That would be the day.” Her gaze traveled down to her throat. “Where’s your necklace?”

“Let me tell you…”

Ishi traced the delicate gold chain hanging around his neck. Yanking his hand away, he set it back on the pommel of his sword. He should melt the necklace from his neck and be done with it. Yet, every time he found his fingertip touching the piece of jewelry, he never went through with it. The love embedded in the metal was a constant reminder of what he’d lost. Even though the emotion inside it was aimed at Sandra, and not him, it eased his loss. It was the only piece of her he had left.

Three days had passed since Sandra had abandoned him. In that time he’d organized the goblin rabble. Armed them from his own stores and sent them underground to drive the dwarves out into his waiting maw.

Things hadn’t gone as he’d planned. What battle ever did?

The handle of his sword bit into his flesh and he loosened his hold. Like days of old, he wore his armor and assessed the remainder of his troops. What the goblins lacked in skill or grace, they made up for in enthusiasm and brute strength.

His plan had been simple. Let the goblins flush out the dwarves and he’d bake them. Barbeque for everyone. They were rooted in the goblins’ old cave system, so his allies knew the territory well.

Then the dwarves got smart. The scout that had gotten away must have mentioned him appearing out of thin air when they entered his den. Someone must have rubbed two brain cells together and associated it with the gate. The dwarves sent sacrifices through the gate so he’d vanish back home and away from the main battle.

He had to admit the strategy was brilliant. Every time he got close enough to make a dent in their numbers, poof , he ended up back in the gateroom with a terrified dwarf to finish off. He tried setting some goblins to guard the gate, but they weren’t the smartest race in Outremer. One of the idiots always decided he’d take a look on the other side for dwarves. Poof , off Ishi went again. How had that species ever evolved and survived? He led an army consisting of creatures with the general IQ of a tomato.

He stood on the edge of the battlefield, at the entrance of the dwarven colony, and watched as a goblin ran from a group of dwarves. He kept looking over his shoulder at his assailants until he ran into a large boulder.

Ishi shook his head. Tomatoes were smarter.

The horde of dwarves never stopped pouring out of the fucking mountain. He’d underestimated their numbers.

Sighing, he drew his weapon. Time to change his strategy. They didn’t know of his human form, so he’d fight like this until one of the sides won. Either way was a win for him.

He had nothing to live for.

Ishi’s flame fizzled and stung his tongue. It took energy to make fire. The goblin army had deserted him and a mass of dwarves swirled around his dragon form. He blinked at the sight of his clawed and scaled hands. When had he shifted? The tide of their numbers sucked him into a whirlpool of axes and pikes. He’d stopped feeling pain hours ago.

Blood trickled along his limbs, pooling in the dirt under his feet to make a gruesome mud. His claws were useless to find purchase in the slick mess. Once he went down, he wouldn’t get back up.

The gate would need to find a new keeper to trap in its lonesome embrace.

And Sandra...

She deserved better.

A familiar grip tightened along all his limbs. The gate called. In a flash, he was returned to his den, staring at the magical entrance to his world and a pair of familiar eyes he’d seen since the day of his birth. “Mother?”

She had passed through the gate and unintentionally saved his sorry ass by making him transport back to Inverness. “What are you doing?” Her eyes went wide as she assessed him with a general’s quick look. “You’re dead on your feet.” She shoved a shoulder under his before he hit the floor. “Where is your silly human girl during all this?” A pendant hung from her grip. “I brought her a present.”

Pain ebbed back along his nerves. How many times had a pike found its way under his scales? “I ate her.” Shifting back to human form, he slipped from her hold and lay on the warm stone floor at the foot of the gate. It was a fitting place for a keeper to die.

“Bullshit, I saw that look in your eye. You’re in love with your food and I brought something that’ll even the odds between the two of you.” She glanced around the gateroom. “Where’s the battle?”

He stared at her and blinked. “You’re too late. She’s gone.” The room faded around the edges of his vision as if he’d drunk too many bottles of good sake. He smiled at the memory of his last drink. It had been over dinner with Sandra.

With the last of his strength, he called upon the core of the volcano. No one would cross the gate while he still drew breath. He’d blow the mountain as soon as the dwarves breeched his home, and take his enemies to the grave.