Hello, everyone! This is the revised version of The Mamodo Guardian. I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter: 1
"I can't believe we won a trip to Paris, France, Kiyo!" Zatch yelled, cheerfully. "Yeah, I know Zatch, but I feel I kind of bad. This was actually my mom's prize." Kiyo said, sounding a little guilty.
"I know, Kiyo, but don't feel bad. Your mom wanted us to go, anyway."
"She didn't want to leave the house, which was a bit weird."
"Uhh…Kiyo, how long are we staying here and where are we staying?"
Kiyo took out a brochure that came with the tickets. He read it. "It says here that we can stay as long as we want at a hotel called 'Seasons of Luxury', which it located in the center of a theme park called 'Land of the Seasons.'"
"Really? We can stay here as long as we want?"
"Well, I'm not entirely sure, Zatch. It just says we can stay at the hotel. Oh….wait! Here it is."
"What does it say?"
"It says here that we have to talk to the owner of the hotel and the theme park."
"Well, who are they?"
"Actually, it's just one person. Her name is Cherry Belmont. I wonder…could she be related to Sherry Belmont?'
Kiyo and Zatch were on their way towards the hotel. When they reached the hotel, two people were waiting at the entrance. One was a tall woman with blonde hair. She wore a light blue dress. She looked almost identical to Sherry. At her side was a small boy with blonde hair. He wore an orange hat with cat ears, an orange shirt with a yellow pawprint, black pants, and orange shoes.
"That must be Cherry Belmont." Kiyo thought, as he and Zatch got out of the cab. A hotel attendant came and unloaded the luggage from the trunk.
"Hello, there! You must be the winners of the contest! I'm Cherry Belmont, owner of Seasons of Luxury hotel and Land of the Seasons theme park!" She said, very cheerfully. The little boy bowed to them, then quickly hid behind Cherry's skirt. "This is my little brother, Lee. He's very shy around strangers." Cherry explained. "Now, I wish to know the names of my 'Guests of Honors.'"
Zatch and Kiyo both bowed to them. "I'm Kiyo and this is my friend, Zatch." Kiyo introduced.
Cherry giggled a little. Then she brought them into the hotel to take them to their room. When they reached their room, Cherry and Lee left for their rooms. While Kiyo was rummaging through his pockets to find the room key, Zatch was nearby, playing with Vulcan 300.
Suddenly, a cold chill ran through the air and crawled up their spines. "W-where did this cold c-chill come from, Kiyo?" Zatch asked, nervously. "I-I don't know, Zatch. Is something wrong with the air conditioning in this place? What do you think?" He asked, but Zatch didn't answer.
He turned to look at Zatch, only to find him paralyzed with fear. He was looking at the end of the hallway.
Kiyo turned to look at the end of the hall just to see what was Zatch looking at. When he looked, he was just as shocked as Zatch.
At the end of the hall, there stood a young girl. She was twice the size of Zatch. She had long, messy blonde hair. Her long bangs covered her eyes. She wore a large-sized, tacky gray sweater, a black and red-checkered school mini-skirt, white knee-high socks, and black dress shoes. She began walking towards them.
As she walked down the hall, the lights began to slowly dim from bright to dark. And the flowers in the pots hanging from the ceiling began to wilt and die as she passed by.
Kiyo and Zatch could feel the air getting colder around them. The closer she got to them, the colder the air became.
She stopped in front of them. "Good day, boys." She said in her raspy, yet somewhat caring voice. "My name is Jiatsumei. Cherry's little sister and Lee's older sister. I'm in charge of entertainment, and I'm the head chef of all food preparations. I hope you enjoy your stay at Seasons of Luxury." She bowed to them and walked away. Then everything went back to normal.
"That was creepy, Kiyo!" Zatch said, worriedly.
"I know, Zatch. Hard to believe she's Cherry's little sister. Well, we'll be sleeping with the door locked with three locks." They both nodded and went into their room.