The Three Musketeers

Chapter 1

England, York Castle, 18 July 1625

"The festival of 'the three musketeers' will be soon." The king said to his wife.

"There has to be done something. They will form the most powerful weapon that France will ever have." The queen watched her husband walk around the room.

"The French will destroy us, if we don't do something about it." He kept repeating himself over and over again.

"Shoot the three during the festival." The queen suggested. Her husband watched her. It was an easy task.

"Let's hope it will be that easy." The king had to win this battle because France was getting more and more a danger.

"If we will win the battle, no one would be able to stop us." He walked over to his wife and kissed her right on the mouth. The two of them weren't looking at each other with love and passion but only with lust.

France, Paris, 11 August 1625

Isabella Swan was walking around in Paris, the king made everything clear.

"Kill the three musketeers and you will become queen of England." Tomorrow the festival would start with the battle of the twenty men. Everyone in Paris was excited. They were all dreaming about a kingdom as big as Europe. With three musketeers they were definitely able to do that but Isabella had to make sure it wouldn't.

She made a whole tour through Paris to know where everything was. She had to know what the fasted route was to get out of the town.

France, Paris Versailles, 12 August 1625

"We are all gathered here to see who will be a musketeer. The three men who will live will be crowned and they will form 'The three musketeers'." Slowly twenty men pushed themselves through the crowd and stood on the platform. When someone would shoot a bullet in the air the battle will begin. All of the men were wearing masks. In front of the palace there was hanging an enormous tense. All the man were looking at each other, some of them seemed to be nervous. Others were waiting with peace, they didn't seem like they were concerned. Everybody was waiting for the shot. All around the place it was quiet, so quiet that you could hear other's breath. Everyone was looking to find someone with a gun, but no one could find the man. After a few minutes some people were starting to get impatient. They might want to get the crowd agitated. That way it would be more difficult for the warriors. A lot of people started to talk again; you could see that some of the warriors couldn't handle the nervures anymore. And then out of nowhere a shot of a gun sounded over the place. The battle started you could see that there were better warriors and warriors that were less good. No one in the crowd said a word. Everyone was looking at the event. Then someone lash out at another warrior, his sword went right through his belly. The warrior felt on his knees and his sword felt out of his hand on the ground. The sound that the sword made when it hit the ground was the last thing you heard from him. The sword came out of the man's belly and the blood was dripping on the ground. The warrior looked with triumph. Other warriors were still fighting.

In the back again a warrior died, he had a big cut in his neck why he wasn't able t breath anymore. A lot of blood was dripping over his body. With his back he felt to the ground, laying there for dead. There had to be another eight deaths before the next round would start. Right in front of my eyes another warrior died. The three who won the first seemed to be the strongest. The others were still fighting against each other.

Slowly there were getting less warriors. When only ten warriors were over the battles were getting better. They were very close with their level but the warrior who killed the first person was better. You could see it on his concentration and every swap the other warrior made was perfectly blocked. He was definitely waiting for the perfect moment to swap and kill him. The other warrior was starting to get impatient, what made him imprecise. And there was the perfect moment and the death of the other warrior. The crowd started to clap for him. It was definitely so, that he was the favourite.

After fifteen minutes there were only standing four men on the platform. It was only necessary to kill one. But who of the four was going to be that one? They were standing in a square, on the left two men and on the right two. At the left there was one with blond hair and one with dark hair, he was extremely muscular. On the right there was one with black hair and one with bronze hair. The bronze one was the best of them. He was standing in position and out of nowhere he cut in the arms of the both men in front of him and swaps his sword in the heart of the man next to him. The crowd went wild, the three were chosen.

It was quiet when the king and the queen came out of their palace; they walked until they were standing right in front of the chosen three. The queen took of their masks slowly, they were three beautiful men. Beautiful wasn't even the right determination. They needled down in front of the king and queen; the king took out his sword and knighted them.

"The three musketeers." The king said "Reich and hear applause."

"Edward Cullen, Emmettt McCarthy and Jasper Whitlock." After every name they gave them their caps, the crowd went wild.

"Let the festival begin." All three men had women all over them. Emmettt had Rosalie Hale and Jasper had Alice Brandon. But Edward seemed to have some trouble choosing. On his arms there was: Tanya, Jessica, Jane, Victoria and Bree.

"Hey girls, how are you?" He asked, his voice sounded velvet but so beautiful. On his face there was a big smile. They were all giggling over him.

"We are fine, thanks."

There she was standing in the crowed, she had figured out everything. She would shoot the best of them at last and the muscular as first. She took her gun out of her shoe and walked to the chosen three as close as possible. It hadn't been one of her best ideas to do it precisely at this moment. There was a big chance that she wouldn't be able get it through the crowd without being caught. No one was looking at her they were all too busy with themselves. With every step she took she was one closer to get what she wanted, the crown.

"Hello sweetheart." A guy threw his arm around her waist. Those French men were really annoying; a fake smile appeared on her face. Her feet went in to the air and when it went down it hit his feet. The man felt to the ground and Isabella laughed. She wasn't standing far away from Emmettt McCarthy. It was around ten meters. She only had to get a little closer. On her right there was standing Jasper Whitlock and on her left Edward Cullen. She had to be fast. She took her gun and pointed at Emmettt McCarthy. She was waiting until the blond girl in front of him would move away.

"You are one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen Rosalie." She giggled and threw herself even more in his arms.

"Emmettt, did you know that I like men who are dangerous?" He seemed the shiver by the words she said.

"Well I think that you are right were you should be." Emmettt said, his voice sounded tender.

England, York Castle, 12 August 1625

"Sire there is a letter for you from Miss Swan." The king looked up with enthusiasm. The servant gave him the letter and the king opened it.

August 9, 1625

My dearest king,

I have just arrived in France. The festival will be given on the 12th of August. You will hear from me when the time comes.

Isabella Swan

France, Paris Versailles, 12 August 1625

When the blond moved away Isabella wanted to shoot but out of nowhere Edward was there with his sword. His sword was against her neck. When some people understood what was going on everyone was quiet. The three of them were standing in a triangle. Her gun at Emmettt and Edwards's sword at Isabella.