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The Uninvited Guest

by toribob

“I really don’t care,” he said. “Can this wait?”

The mob was attacking him. He slipped through the door and disappeared.

“Finally,” he sighed.

He walked over to the desk and looked at the plaque that sat there. “For all his amazing talent in the field of faerie catching, we are proud to present this award to Balthazar,” it said.

He smiled to himself and then through it over his shoulder, making sure it landed on the couch.

“Mr. Balthazar, sire,” a small blue Kau said as she stuck her head in the room.

“The people are asking to speak to you.”

“Tell them I wish that both their pets and they would be trampled by a herd of Kaus,” he said.

After looking at the expression on the little Kau’s face, he quickly said, “No offense or anything.”The Kau smiled.

“So what shall I tell them?” she asked.

“That I hadn’t reached my quota for today and climbed out the back window.”

As he said this, he put his cloak back on and covered his head. “Seriously.” And with that, he jumped out the window. He did this everyday. It was normal. The only reason he ever added the “seriously” was just to remind him that this was not all that there was to life.

“Where to today?” he asked himself. For no real reason he looked up, and smiled.

“Perfect. I will go to Faerieland. See what they have for sale, maybe catch a few of the tenants. Yeah, I’ll do that.”

“No, you don’t,” said a voice behind him.

He turned to see the Faerie Queen herself standing there staring at him. “Any day, but today.”

“What is so special about today?” Balthazar asked.

“It’s the Uber-Water Faerie’s birthday and she is having a huge party…” the Queen started.

“And I wasn’t invited?” Balthazar pretended to be hurt.

“You’d try to capture the guests,” the Faerie Queen said plainly.

“Oh, yeah,” Balthazar chuckled. The edges of the Faerie Queen’s mouth curled into a small smile.

“The faerie in you is showing. You do want to go, don’t you?” the Queen teased.

“No, I’m human. All human, no faerie,” Balthazar pouted.

If you have never seen a man pout, you have missed one of the great wonders of the world, because they are not very good at it. The Faerie Queen was forced to laugh at him because he looked so sick, trying to pout. Almost as if he had just eaten something that did not agree with his stomach.

“You keep telling yourself that, dear,” and with that the Faerie Queen disappeared.

“Today is obviously not a good day for faerie hunting,” Balthazar mumbled to himself. He could have sworn he heard giggling behind him as he walked back to his office in Neopia Central.

The End

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