“It does. Maybe a journey too of happiness,” she offers.
I nod. That is definitely something to savor.
I can’t wait to see what will happen next.
The End
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Paranormal Guard
Magical Prison Prequel
Nicole Zoltack
About Paranormal Guard
As a part of her training to become a paranormal executioner, Mirella has to be a guard at Magical Prison for one week. It shouldn’t be that hard, right? Only she quickly discovers an inmate is innocent. Suddenly, seven days doesn’t seem nearly long enough for her to find justice.
Chapter One
The troll stares at me with her large, unblinking red eyes. Unlike all of the other trolls I’ve seen, she has purple complexion and large, pointed ears. Maybe she has some fairy blood in her too.
"Are you listening, Mirella?" she snaps. "You have large boots to fill. Your parents were amazing paranormal executioners, and if you want to become one, you have to serve an internship at the Magical Prison for a week as a guard as part of your training."
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Don’t call me ma’am,” she says with a sigh.
“Yes…”
“Illa. That’s my name.”
I nod. “Yes, Illa.”
“Go. Be ready to leave for the prison in twenty. Dismissed.” She waves me away with a flick of her clawed hand, the part of her silver hair not in her twin braids falling forward over her shoulder.
My thoughts churning, I head to my temporary quarters. It seems as if every week, there’s a new mentor, a new training regime. When will I become a fully fledged paranormal executioner? And why would a paranormal executioner need to see the inside of a prison?
And Magical Prison? Really? What kind of a name is that? It’s about as rousing as the school I went to that trained me to be a hunter—Magical Hunters Academy.
Hunters, Slayers, Executioners Unite, or HEX U as I refer to it, is the organization that decides which evil paranormal creatures need to be either hunted, slain, or executed. It’s closely tied to the academy, which feeds it paranormal hunters, slayers, and executioners. My parents were executioners before me until they had been murdered.
I have no intention of being murdered, and neither will Kayden, the love of my life. He's also on the fast track to becoming a paranormal executioner, but he's been training under different mentors. Executioners always work in pairs, so once we make it, they better have us partnered up.
I’m not sure why Illa gives me twenty. I’m ready to go over now. Once the twenty minutes are up, a brownie comes up to me and tells me I’m to enter the car out front. An orc is driving, and he says nothing to me. The drive doesn’t take long at all, which makes me happy. I’m eager to get this done and over with.
It doesn’t surprise me that an angel of all creatures is waiting out front for me. We arrive so quickly I don’t even have time to look at the prison. Angels might be good, but they value punctuality, and I do not want things to start off on the wrong foot. Err, wing.
“You are Mirella Sharpe?” she asks in a lilting voice.
“Yes.”
“I am Portia. Follow me.”
I comply, falling into step beside her as we enter the prison. She wears iridescent armor, which has holes in the back for her gold-tipped translucent wings. Her eyes are a little freaky, completely white, and she’s tall and willowy.
“We will commence with a tour,” she says. “Here is the guard desk. All visits must be signed in, but you don’t have to worry about that.”
“No?”
“You’ll be a guard on the floor. You’ll be too busy making sure the inmates stay in line to worry about signing in their relatives.”
“Do a lot have visitors?”
She snorts. “Hardly any. Only the worst of the worst come here. This is where they’re booked, where they wash, and where they get changed.”
Next, she shows me the area where the inmates eat and the kitchen where it’s cooked. So far, I haven’t seen another person, not even a guard out front or anyone in the kitchen. It gives the entire place an eerie atmosphere, especially combined with the tarnished-looking tiled floor and the concrete walls.
“Up here,” she says as we climb the stairs, “is the first floor of prisoners and their cells. There are five floors of inmates.”
“How many on each floor?”
“It varies. We try to place like inmates near each other, but sometimes, that isn’t a good idea. Demons, for instance…” She pauses to scowl, and I cover my mouth to hide a grin. How cliché is her disdain for demons? “They have to be kept separate. Otherwise, they will try to organize a breakout."
“Has that ever happened?”
"In all of the years that the Magical Prison has been in operation, there has never been a breakout. Do not allow one during your watch."
“Understood.” I nod. Red hair falls forward over my shoulder, and I shove it back.
We arrive at the first floor.
“Here is a vampire. Not all vampires are evil, of course, but the ones who—”
"Like to have a midnight snack," the vampire supplies with a grin. His fangs flash in the dim lighting.
“Sandor, don’t even,” Portia snaps. “The ones who kill their victims have to be incarcerated until they can be trusted to drink, erase memory, and release the human back into society safe and ignorant.”
“Come on, now, Portia. You know I’ll—”
“You’ll never get out of here. This is your third stint. You can’t be rehabilitated.”
“I
