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Romance in a Carnival Mirror

A Transgender Paranormal Romantasy

From the Paranormal Visitor Universe

Chapter 1: Midnight Escape

By Sasha Zarya Nexus

Both kindred spirits June and Goldie who found each other at the Carnival are hunted by the Shadowmaster.
Will June's sacrificial love overcome the Shadowmaster and save her friends?

Copyright 2025 by Sasha Zarya Nexus.
All Rights Reserved.

Author's Note:

This novelette, in it's entirety, is available on my Patreon. BCTS will get weekly postings on Tuesdays to complete it here. Patreon Free Members can read my new complete book by chapters, Things We Do for Love

The clock on the kitchen wall glowed 12:07 AM, its steady tick the only sound in the hush of the Walsh house. June pressed her hand to her chest, feeling the frantic flutter of her heart beneath her pajama shirt. She held her breath and listened-her father’s snores rumbled from the bedroom down the hall, a low, reassuring thunder. Good. He wouldn’t wake.

She crept across the linoleum, careful to avoid the squeaky third tile, and slipped on her battered sneakers. Her backpack waited by the door, packed with a flashlight, a half-empty water bottle, and, wrapped in a scarf at the very bottom, her most precious possession: the moth-shaped brooch. She’d found it at a thrift store last spring, its wings iridescent and delicate as spun sugar. She’d never dared wear it outside, but tonight… tonight was different.

Tonight, the Solstice Carnival had come to town.

June eased open the back door, wincing as the hinges whined. She paused, heart in her throat. The snoring continued, unchanged. She exhaled, a shiver of relief running through her. The night air was thick with the scent of honeysuckle and cut grass, and somewhere in the distance, the faint, dizzying music of the carnival drifted on the breeze-calliope notes and laughter, bright and wild.

She hurried down the porch steps and into the backyard, the grass cool and damp against her ankles. She ducked behind the hedge, keeping to the shadows as she made her way to the alley. Her phone buzzed in her pocket-a text from her friend Morgan:

u coming?

She typed back, almost there, and tucked the phone away.

The town was different at night. Houses hunched in silence, their windows dark. The old oak trees along Maple Street stretched their branches overhead like watchful sentinels. June moved quickly, every sense on high alert, her mind racing with what-ifs: What if Dad woke up and found her gone? What if someone from school saw her? What if she lost her nerve at the last second and turned back?

But each step closer to the carnival, the fear faded, replaced by a fluttery, electric anticipation. She could see the Ferris wheel now, its lights spinning slow and hypnotic above the treetops. She could hear the shouts and laughter, the barkers calling out for customers, the music swelling and fading.

She stopped at the edge of the fairgrounds, breathless. The carnival gates were open, spilling golden light onto the cracked pavement. Banners fluttered overhead, painted with strange, swirling designs-moths and mirrors and stars. The air buzzed with possibility.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket again-a text from her friend Morgan:

Caught n Grounded Sry

She thought. "No Morgan tonight and for a while. Bummer. Guess I gotta do this solo. I can do this!"

June reached into her backpack and unwrapped the moth brooch. She pinned it to the inside of her jacket, just over her heart, where no one else could see but she could feel its weight-a secret, a promise.

She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and stepped through the gates.

For the first time in months, she felt almost real.