Hyperion: The Beginning
"Come on out," Dr. Death grumbled as he pulled the two Shoyrus
from their cage in the Neopian Pound. The two small creatures looked at each other
in frightened uncertainty as they were carried by the scruff of their necks down
a long hallway with poor lighting.
"Hyperion," the yellow Shoyru said as she hung
from Dr. Death's left hand, "what's happening?"
"I don't know, Anthea," the green Shoyru in Dr.
Death's right hand said to comfort his sister.
"Quiet, you two," Dr. Death grumbled and the
two Shoyrus said nothing more.
The dark-spirited Techo entered another room
and threw the two pets into a corner. "Stay there," he said and left the room.
This room, like the hallway, was poorly lit. The wallpaper was peeling. And
the carpet smelled of old Petpet stains.
"What's going on, Hyperion?" Anthea whimpered
as she cuddled closer to her brother.
"I think we're getting adopted," Hyperion answered
and sighed. A few weeks before, he and his little sister had been abandoned
by their owner in favor of a rarer pet, one that wasn't as common as they were.
Since then, they had been caged from the world and fed only morsels a day, what
little Neopians gave to the pound aside from their pets.
But now, they were finally getting out.
The door swung open a moment later and the gruff
Techo entered carrying a large, black sack. "Get in here," he commanded and
when the two Shoyrus did nothing, he picked them up and threw them inside. Another
moment later, they were tossed onto a sofa, unable to get out of the bag, and
they heard the door swing open once again.
"Anthea," Hyperion whispered while there was
still silence, "hold on; we'll be okay."
"But, Hyperion..." Anthea cried.
"Just," her older brother said, "be quiet for
a moment. We'll be okay. I promise."
There was silence again. Hyperion pushed his
ear closer to the black fabric of the sack. He had to hear what was being said...
he had to know what was going on.
"Here's the Neopoints you wanted," a voice said,
a voice that wasn't Dr. Death's. "All ten-thousand like you wanted for these
two." The next moment, Hyperion heard a bag of Neopoints get passed from the
unseen Neopet to the Techo.
"Take good care of them," Dr. Death sneered.
"You know where they'll end up," the second voice
said. "Where all the others do."
Dr. Death said nothing in response to this.
The very next moment, Hyperion felt the talons
of the Eyrie grab the sack and heave him up from the sofa. Beside him, Anthea
cowered into a tighter ball. Hyperion heard the door swing open one last time
as he was carried out of the room with his sister.
He had no idea where they were being taken. Or
what would happen to them.
* * *
"Anthea," Hyperion whispered, "wake up." He poked
his sister lightly. They were still in the black bag, but they had finally stopped
moving. He knew that his sister needed to be ready for anything. He knew that
she had to ready, just in case.
Surrounding them were loud buzzing sounds. He
had heard nothing of the sort anywhere before in all of his life. He had no
idea what it could be. He was afraid of what it might be.
"Hyperion?" the yellow Shoyru whispered as her
eyes fluttered open and closed, "Where are we, Hyperion? What's happened to
us?" Her soft voice was still draped in sleep, yet her fear was evident.
Hyperion wanted to give her answers, say that
everything was alright.
But he had no answers to give her, and he wasn't
sure that everything would be.
Anthea let out a scream, rather, a terrified
whimper, as the bag was lifted up and pulled open. The crazed gaze of a yellow
Scorchio met their eyes and clawed hands reached into the bag, pulling them
out of it. For a mere second, Hyperion glimpsed an amazing sight--dozens of
machines buzzing and whirring with flashing lights and blinking screens everywhere--but
then they were carried into another room, a dark, cold room, and tossed into
another cage. The metal bars slammed shut and automatically locked. Without
hesitation, the Scorchio turned his back on the two and walked out of the room.
Angry snarls echoed around them as the inhabitants
of the other cages noticed their presence. In the darkness, though, Hyperion
could see nothing but gleaming eyes and dark, bulky silhouettes. For his sister's
sake, he turned Anthea away before she could see.
"Hyperion," she whispered, clinging to her brother,
"I know," Hyperion whispered, resting his chin
on her forehead, "I am, too."
"Where are we?" Anthea hugged her brother tighter.
"I don't know, Anthea," the green Shoyru comforted,
"but we'll be okay. I promise."
* * *
"Hyperion!" Anthea screamed as the Scorchio's
gloved hands reached into the cave and woke the two from their sleep. Before
he could resist, the green Shoyru was pulled out of the cage and the metal bars
were slammed shut in Anthea's face. "Hyperion!" the yellow Shoyru wailed once
more amid a barrage of tears before her brother was pulled out of the room and
unable to hear anything but the buzzes and whirs of machinery.
Amidst his fear, Hyperion was amazed and awed
by the sight that befell his eyes. Silver and copper objects were everywhere.
Red and green and blue lights flashed on almost every surface. Large monitors
glowed with images. It was as if he had entered a dream world where everything
that did not exist, existed. And yet, this dream was a nightmare.
In his stupor, he was unable to resist as the
mad scientist strapped him onto a metal surface. Above him, an ominous machine
rested. It was shaped like a giant pencil in the sky, but instead of innocence
and creativity, it hoarded darkness and terror.
Hyperion glanced around him, trying to escape,
but his struggles were futile.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the yellow
Scorchio, the mad scientist, pull a lever.
The machine above him whirred to life. Its noise
was almost too much for him to bear and he could hear nothing else as its buzzing
became louder and louder still. Lights running up and down its sides were ignited
as the machine's electrical charge lit them from the inside. At its tip, a sphere
of yellow light gathered.
In a moment, it flashed before his eyes. It was
the last thing Hyperion remembered.
* * *
"Huh?" Hyperion whispered as he woke up. He was
lying on a cold, metallic surface. He vaguely remembered what had happened in
the last few days... "Anthea!" he shouted and jumped up, suddenly alert. He
looked around frantically, but she was nowhere inside his small cell. A new
cell. One different from the one that he had shared with Anthea.
This new cell was higher from the floor and farther
from the door than the first one. In silent fear, he crept up to the metal bars,
grasping them with his paws, and stared into the mad scientists' laboratory.
His mouth fell open. Strapped in the laser's path was Anthea.
"Anthea," he yelled, his voice swallowed by the
sudden sound of the laboratory ray's ignition. "Anthea! Anthea!" But his screams
were consumed by the machine's droning.
A moment later. The flash. His eyes burned from
staring straight into the light.
When the stains upon his eyes finally faded,
he recoiled in horror. Strapped beneath the laser, where Anthea had been a moment
before, was a mutated Neopet, an Ixi mutant.
"No!" he yelled, falling to his knees, "Anthea,
no!" Hyperion's eyes flooded with tears. "Anthea," he cried, "what have I done?"
He wiped away the tears, but more only came. "Anthea, I've failed you." He whimpered
He jumped up when he heard the door swing open.
The Scorchio entered, carrying the mutant Ixi at arm's length, careful to not
let himself get injured by the creature's thrashing claws and teeth. "At last,"
he muttered in an evil tone, "success. Yesterday was failure, but today was
success!" He left the room howling in sinister laughter.
"Anthea," Hyperion yelled, trying to see his
deformed sister. "Anthea," he cried, but it was to no avail. The scientist had
thrown her into the cell that they had been in the day before and he could no
longer see her. But hearing her was enough. Coming from the cage, he heard her
enraged howls and barks. What had become of his sister?
Hyperion clenched his paw into a fist, overcome
by a new sense of purpose. A new emotion he could only call vengeance. He would
avenge his sister. He would save his sister. Around his fist, an electrical
glow sparked and Hyperion jumped in shock.
Hesitant, he clenched his hand into a fist once
more. The white lightning returned. To his amazement, though, it neither burned
him nor was in any way painful. He suddenly felt as if the scientist had not
been as unsuccessful the day before as he had initially thought.
Directing his electrical charge to the metal
bars, Hyperion forced his new emotions through his fist and the lightning expanded
and tripled in size--it blasted through the bars and the cage's door swung open,
its hinges creaking loudly.
Hyperion knew that he had to act quickly; the
sound of his escape would surely have been enough to alert the mad scientist
of his new powers. He jumped from his cage and landed easily on the floor.
Rushing in front of Anthea's cage, he could not
bear to stay long, but whispered quickly, "I'll save you, Anthea, and that's
a promise I intend to keep." With that, he had to go.
He turned his back upon the laboratory's door
and rushed down the long hall of cages. Hundreds of more pets growled at him
as he passed; others whimpered in puddles of tears, knowing that they had lost
What cruelty could seed such things?
Hyperion had no time to wonder as he heard the
door swing open behind him. He turned down another hall, also full of hundreds
of cages, and ran forwards. He turned twice more before he found himself near
As quietly as he could manage, he pushed through
He seemed to come out in a lounge of some sorts.
He found another door and ran through it, into another hall. He ran the length
of the hall, thankfully free of the Scorchio's sight, and entered yet another
room. This room was empty aside from a circular hole in the floor that was filled
Hyperion crept closer to the pool and peered
into it. He saw fish swim beneath the water's surface. He knew it could only
be one thing: the ocean. Behind him, he heard the door at the hall's far end
swing open. The mad scientist was hot on his trail.
With nothing else to do, Hyperion jumped up and
plunged into the pool, into the ocean.
* * *
The water rushed around him as he swam towards
the light. The air in his lungs had grown stale, yet he refused to breath in
the air of the ocean. Such air was not for his lungs. The light ahead of him
grew brighter... he knew it would not be long...
His head broke free of the water and Hyperion
gasped to catch his breath. He stared around him, glancing in every direction.
He was out at sea, lost amid the ocean's churning waves.
Grabbing another breath, he dove back under the
water and spun around. He flapped his wings and flailed his arms, rushing back
towards the light--he broke the water's surface and flew higher into the sky,
the water flying off of his fur as the wind wound its way around him. Instantly,
he began flying forwards.
It was not very long until his wings grew tired
and he was forced to land. Thankfully, in his time flying, he had found a city
of some sort, on an island probably.
"Excuse me," he gasped as he ran up to a tan
Elephante with a flower in her hair and white marking upon her skin, "excuse
me, where am I?"
The Elephante looked down at him and stared.
Making a scoffing sound, she turned away and walked off.
Hyperion saw no one else on the street. Reluctantly,
he began following the broken cobblestone path through the city.
"You there," an exuberant voice yelled and he
turned to his left, where the strangest Neopet he had ever seen talked to him
through a mask. "Step right up and play a game of Tombola!" Hyperion stepped
back; maybe this being wasn't a Neopet at all.
"No thanks," Hyperion whispered and turned away
from the strange creature.
"It's free," the man added hopefully. Hyperion
continued walking away. "Kid, you look down. Come and play a game; it'll cheer
Reluctantly, Hyperion turned back to the man
and walked up to his booth. Instructed by the man, he reached his hand into
a white barrel. Inside, he felt dozens of paper tickets. He moved his hand through
them, but at last chose a single ticket and pulled it out.
"Twelve," he whispered and placed the ticket
on the table. Saddened, he turned to leave.
"But wait," the Tombola man said, his enthusiasm
growing, "that means you've won!"
Feeling somewhat better, Hyperion turned back
to the strange-looking man. "Really?"
"Absolutely," the Tombola man said, "You've won
a Codestone, and a Bottled Faerie, and one-hundred, forty-three Neopoints!"
Hyperion's eyes widened and he reached for the
prizes before him, but then he said, "I'm sorry, but I can't accept this." Saddened,
he began to turn away from his prize.
"I insist," the Tombola man protested, but Hyperion
continued on leaving. "At the very least," he said, "take the Codestone and
the Bottled Faerie; I can accept the Neopoints as a generous donation from a
grateful young boy."
"Alright," Hyperion mumbled, turning back and
grabbing the Bottled Faerie and the Codestone, both of which comfortably fit
in his hands. Not looking back at the Tombola booth, he walked away and turned
around the corner. Walking a bit farther, he found a bench and sat down.
The bottle made a popping sound when he pulled
out the cork, and then a yellow creature flew out of the bottle. "Thank you,"
the Light Faerie said as she flew in front of Hyperion's face. "Thank you for
releasing me. For doing such a wonderful deed, I shall grant you the ability
of the Magic Torch!" The little Faerie waved her arms and Hyperion felt a tingling
sensation roll across his body as he received the Light Faerie's blessing.
"You must be a hero among Faeries," she said.
"What's your name?"
"Hyperion," the green Shoyru answered slowly,
"but I'm no hero."
"But you must be," the Faerie pleaded, "you've
been blessed at least a dozen times already! I can recognize the Air Faerie
Magic flowing inside of you--don't you dare claim to me that you have never
been blessed by at least a dozen other Faeries!"
"But..." Hyperion whispered, "but I haven't been..."
"Whatever you say, Shoyru," the Faerie muttered
and flew off angrily.
"Or," Hyperion wondered aloud a moment later,
"have I?" He flexed his hand again, summoning the white lightning. ...Spark...
He thought a moment of how far, how easily, he had flown earlier... Flight...
and how fast he had traveled... Haste.
Maybe the Lab Ray had done more than he had at
"Hey, you," someone hollered and Hyperion looked
up to see a red Nimmo wearing black garments standing down the street, "is that
a Codestone you've got there?"
"Yes," Hyperion answered, stiffening in apprehension.
"You should take it over to the Training School
sometime," the Nimmo yelled back.
"Can they teach me to fight there?" Hyperion
asked, feeling suddenly hopeful.
* * *
Hyperion flew through the air, the sun directly
above him. He had spent a few hours at the Training School and had quickly learned
how to fight as best as he could.
He was ready now to save his sister.
He clenched his paw into a fist and a bubble
of winds surrounded him. Turning his body vertical, he began his dive. He never
heard the water's splash. Beneath the waves, the air shield created a pocket
of air for him to breathe as he dove deeper, swimming towards the hidden laboratory
of the mad scientist Scorchio.
Swimming beneath the massive, metallic structure,
he found the familiar port hole and swam up to it, flying out of it and landing
lightly on the floor. He shook himself dry before he pushed quietly into the
first hall between him and his sister.
When he reached the door at the hall's end, he
put his ear to it and listened intently. He heard breathing. The scientist was
in his lounge. Hyperion slowly, quietly, pried open the door and gazed inside.
The mad scientist faced away from him, furiously writing notes at his desk.
Calling upon his new powers, Hyperion slipped
inside the room, suddenly invisible.
As quietly as he could, he sidled across the
Quieter now than he had ever been before, he
opened the second door and slid out of the lounge.
After listening once more to make sure the Scorchio
had not noticed his presence, Hyperion ran the length of the first hallway within
the catacombs of cages. He wandered around for a while until he recognized the
last stretch of cages before the laboratory itself.
The green Shoyru quickly found the cage with
his sister in it. Ignoring her growls of anger, he grabbed the metal bars, flooded
them with an electrical charge, and pulled them free of the cage. He dropped
the bars to his side, but thankfully its clatter was not much louder than the
growls and the cries already echoing out of the other cages.
Dodging the mutant Ixi's thrashing, he grabbed
his sister and flew into the next room, the laboratory itself. He flew Anthea
up to the Lab Ray and, with a little struggling, strapped her beneath it. Turning
his back on his sister, he glanced out of the laboratory's door once more: the
hall was empty except for his mess. He still had time to act, to save his sister.
Hyperion turned back to the machines, searching
for the lever that he had seen the mad scientist pull when he himself had been
strapped to the machine. He located it. The Shoyru flew past a dozen other machines
until he stood before it.
He placed his paws upon the lever and pulled
down upon it. It didn't budge. He tried again, pulling harder, but he wasn't
strong enough. That, or the lever was locked in place.
Hyperion jumped up and somersaulted in the air,
a bolt of lightning enshrouding his tail as he slammed it down upon the lever--a
scrap of metal went flying as the lock broke and the Lab Ray was switched on.
The room was suddenly filled with buzzes and whirs.
There was no way that the scientist heard none
After a moment, the flash.
Hyperion flew up to his sister and started unclasping
the binds that strapped her onto the table. She was now a Gelert, a brown Gelert
the color of milky chocolate.
"Hyperion..." she whispered in confusion. "What's
going on? What's happened?"
"Not now, Anthea," Hyperion said quickly. "There's
He pulled his sister free of the firing pad and
flew her back into the cage-room. The mad scientist stared down upon them from
the hall's opposite end. His crazed eyes had never looked more psychotic than
they did in this instant.
Hyperion pushed Anthea aside and jumped forwards,
punching the air ahead of him--a bolt of white lightning jumped from his fist
and collided with the Scorchio, stunning him.
Jumping into the air, Hyperion unleashed another
thunder tail upon the wall of cages. The ensuing wave of lightning unlatched
every single cage there. After a moment, enraged pets were flooding the hall
and Hyperion was flying away with Anthea in his grasp.
"This way," he yelled to the Neopets as he left
the catacombs and flew through the scientist's lounge, into the second hall,
and back into the escape room. He waited a moment for a dozen or so Neopets
to join them, but then he saw the mad scientist running down the hall and knew
that it was too late to save anyone else.
Hyperion jumped into the ocean and called for
everyone to follow him. As the Neopets, Anthea among them, plunged into the
water after him, he gathered his powers and a bubble of air enshrouded them.
As he flew away, the shield followed them until everyone was able to walk upon
dry land once again, finally freed of the Scorchio's grasp.
* * *
Hours passed before Hyperion and Anthea arrived
back in Neopia Central. During their flight, Hyperion had told Anthea everything.
She was finally able to cope with the fact that she was now a Gelert, even though
her last memory said that she had been a Shoyru.
The two landed towards the center of the Neopian
Plaza amid a mild-sized crowd. The sun was setting across the horizon, casting
long shadows around them.
"What are we going to do?" Anthea asked quietly,
her eyes looking at the ground beneath them.
"I don't know," Hyperion answered as the two
walked through the plaza, "but we'll figure something out. I promise you that
"Hyperion, is that you?" Startled, the Shoyru
looked up and saw Judge Hog standing before them. They had walked in front of
Defenders Headquarters without even realizing it.
Hyperion nodded nervously.
Judge Hog continued, his regal voice powerful
and loud, "I've received word of your rescue of dozens of Neopets from the mad
scientist's laboratory and I want you, Hyperion, to join the Defenders of Neopia.
"We'll even be able to give you and your sister
a place to live here at Headquarters," Judge Hog continued, "and you'll get
a substantial amount of the reward money for every mission that you complete."
There was silence as astonishment kept Hyperion
"Well, Hyperion," Judge Hog prodded, his expression
hopeful, "will you join us?"
Hyperion glanced at his sister. Anthea nodded.
He turned back at Judge Hog and nodded himself.
"Well, then," the Moehog said exuberantly, walking
up to the green Shoyru and grabbing his paw and his sister's as well, "let's
get inside and fill out your paperwork and make it official. Nah, forget the
paperwork for now--let's eat! You've got to be famished after everything you've
been through today. And you've got to be tired, too, so we'll let you sleep.
And I'm sure you're curious about trophies and all that other stuff, too, so,