Balthazar - The True Story
"You stay there and see if someone wants you," sneered an
unkind owner. "Maybe Dr. Sloth'll take pity and pick you up, perhaps." He dropped
the child Lupe on the hard, grassy floor outside the Haunted Woods and strode
off into the night, sniggering as he left the poor abandoned child Lupe alone.
The child Lupe, badly raised by his family under
the name of Balthazar, whimpered when he saw his owner heading off onto the
gloomy horizon, through a thick, swirling fog and into the darkness. He struggled
into the forest, trying to find somewhere to go.
He ran into several quarries, injuring himself
quite badly. Once he slipped off a small cliff and banged into a mossy, slimy
rock. Tasting the blood in his mouth, he gave a single spit and carried on with
his desperate search.
The forest looked as haunting and spooky as ever.
The poor child Lupe shivered in the bitter, subzero temperature, his ears pressed
against the back of his head. He travelled for hours, hungry and thirsty, hoping
for help, searching for shelter. There was no sign of anyone or anything until
he came across some dark faeries, hovering in the sky.
"Help!" he cried. "Help me, faeries, help me!"
The dark faeries stared at him and screeched
with unkind laughter, pointing and jeering.
"We wouldn't help YOU!" shrieked one of them.
They all sniggered at him, imitating and mocking
him. Balthazar whimpered down below.
"Please," he begged, his tongue and throat aching
from the lack of water, and his stomach so hungry it ached with pain. "I was
abandoned and I've got nowhere to go, please, please, please help me!"
The dark faeries screamed with laughter, jeering
at him and calling him names.
"Oh, please help me!" whimpered Balthazar.
One faerie picked up a rock and hurled it at
the small child Lupe, jeering unkindly. Balthazar yelped, frightened, as it
caught his left paw. The rest of the dark faeries sniggered amongst themselves,
also picking up sticks and stones to throw at him. Some of them hit him, some
didn't. Poor, injured and petrified Balthazar shot out of their way, howling
The faeries threw the last of the sticks and
stones and sneered after him as he took off into the distance of the twisted,
Poor Balthazar never forgot what those horrid
dark faeries did to him. He was badly bruised and scratched, his pads were cracked,
his throat and tongue were sore and parched. He was also in desperate need of
food. The injuries from the sticks and stones didn't help, as dust from the
earth mingled in the cuts and made them sore and infected. But that wasn't what
bothered the poor child Lupe. It was inside that hurt the most. He needed help,
and all those awful faeries could do was jeer at him. It tore him apart.
He suddenly spotted a faerie hovering nearby.
Not one of the dark faeries, but just looking at it made him burst with anger.
His blood ran boiling hot, his head pounded, his eyes turned red and all the
hairs stood up on his back. He spotted an old, moss-covered jar lying in the
dirt nearby, picked it up, and crouched behind the tree not to be spotted.
He blended in with the camouflage of the leaves
around him. Lurking in the shadows, he prowled and stalked the Faerie, who was
completely unaware of the approaching Lupe.
Balthazar suddenly streaked forward out of the
shadows with a swift swish of the jar, catching the faerie with ease. He gave
his first, evil grin as he sealed the lid taut across the jar containing his
"Ahh, you will bring me good fortune," he snarled
for the first time, showing the Faerie his daunting sharp teeth, with glinted
and reflected the moonlight. The faerie shivered uncomfortably as Balthazar
punched holes in the top with his claws and bounded off to Neopia to sell the
At Neopia, he managed to find a ground where
several pets were selling things for good prices. Balthazar stood behind a log
with his faerie in the jar. Lots of pets seemed interested in buying the faerie;
they offered to buy it for good prices, but Balthazar didn't like any of them.
He was having no luck in finding a good price, until an evil-looking Gelert
sauntered up to his log and offered him three hundred thousand Neopoints for
the faerie. Balthazar accepted, flashing his evil, toothy grin, as he passed
over the faerie and took the two sacks containing three hundred thousand Neopoints
None of the pets who had offered to buy the faerie
knew who he was, but he would get well known soon. They'd all find out he was
Balthazar the Bounty Hunter, so he'd have so go in some sort of disguise.
"That should be easy," he drawled quietly to
himself. "Disguise myself and sell faeries for hefty profits. Should be a pretty
good way to make money. "
Balthazar slipped back to the Haunted Woods,
pleased with himself.
"If I keep capturing these foolish faeries, I'm
sure to get good profits!" he growled, his toothy grin flashing evilly. That's
what he did, and became Balthazar the Bounty Hunter, feared by many.
He grew up as Balthazar the Bounty Hunter, his
hunts for faeries much longer. He prowled in the shadows, lurking behind trees,
camouflaging in the trees, cloaked in the midst of the Faeries, slipping around
in the darkness with swift movements, like a ghost. He swished the net which
was now his, and captured several faeries, which he dropped into the jar and
sealed tightly, poking holes in the lid.
He wrapped an old, black, hooded cloak round
him and swept off to Neopia Central to sell the Faeries, getting them for a
hefty price of five hundred and seventy-seven Neopoints. Sniggering to himself,
he made his journey back to the Haunted Woods.
Balthazar had fashioned himself a wooden hut
in the haunted woods, which was where he kept his nets and jars and plans. He
also lived in the hut some of the time. The rest of the time he was prowling
about the Haunted Woods, hunting faeries or selling faeries for large prices
His first kill of another
Neopet was on another hunt for Faeries. He was carrying several jars of faeries
in his leather satchel to go to Neopia, when a precocious, foolish Shoyru bounced
up to him. "You're Balthazar," he announced stupidly.
"I never would have guessed," snapped Balthazar
sourly as he pushed past the annoying little pet to go to Neopia.
The Shoyru rushed up to him again. "But what
you do is wrong," he told Balthazar, unwisely. "Hunting Faeries is wrong."
"What would you know, you pathetic little pet?"
snarled Balthazar, his hackles rising.
"Well, hunting faeries is bad, and -"
Balthazar lifted a huge blue paw and knocked
the Shoyru flying. He bounded up to the groaning pet and sank his sharp white
fangs into it, tasting the hot blood flowing in the Shoyru's veins. Swiftly,
he dropped the Shoyru into a nearby river and made his way to Neopia to sell
Thankfully for Balthazar, nobody had seen his
kill. He sold the jar of nine faeries for four hundred thousand Neopoints in
Neopia, before making his way back to his hunt. His eyes were narrowed as he
pushed trees and bushes out of the way to get back to his hut.
That night, he went on another Faerie hunt. He
lurked in the misty, dark shadows, stalking the faeries, which weren't noticing
anything at all, just fluttering about dismissively. Balthazar held his net
at the ready, and sprang, catching eleven faeries in one go. He plucked them
out of the net, dropped them in the jar and sealed the lid, later making airholes.
"You all will make me very rich. Muahahahaha.
Don't worry, you will fly again... and we will meet again. Don't you worry...."
He looked up at the faeries that got away from
him, and growled as he made his way through the dark haunted wood.
"I prowl through the darkness, hunting all of
you. There's no use hiding.... Your fate is sealed in my jars!" And with that,
he swept over to Neopia to sell the bounty for a hefty profit...
Beware of Balthazar - he is a Lupe that hunts
through the night, ever on alert for a faerie's fading light.