I wrote this for a book assignment in English class, towards the beginning of grade nine. I was quite proud of it. I've fixed it up a little and, obviously, posted it here.
Inigo Montoya's Final Thoughts
As the Count's Florinese dagger dug deep into Inigo's stomach, he staggered back to the wall. The pain of the extremely lethal knife made him drop to his knees.
Inigo expected to see his life pass before his eyes as he was dying, as per the popular myth. But no, not for Inigo.
Firstly, of course, he reflected upon himself. He'd spent ten years training to be a master swordsman, and Yeste himself declared him a Wizard of the trade. But he became bored. Alcohol had taken over his life more than once, and he had been no longer worthy of the rank of Wizard, but was twice pulled from a world of brandy and self-pity, by friends or otherwise.
Then he thought back to Vizzini. The evil mastermind had deserved to die, mistreating others he deemed not as intelligent as himself. Sicilians. Heh!
Next, Fezzik. His best friend, or the closest thing he had to one. Not the brightest of them all, but his heart was in the right place. A good rhyme was enough to put a smile on his face.
Of course... the Man in Black. Westley. He was the Dread Pirate Roberts as well, wasn't he? He had bested Inigo at the sword, beaten Fezzik in a sportsmanlike match, outsmarted Vizzini, and even risen from the (mostly) dead. Inigo held such respect for this man.
He had to recall Buttercup, too. Granted, they had never had a proper introduction, since he'd only known her when he, Fezzik and Vizzini had been hired to kidnap her and kill her at the Cliffs of Insanity, but she seemed a good fellow. It was true what they said - her beauty was near impossible to match.
Then, his own father, Domingo Montoya. Though he had always been much too distracted to really show any affection, his father loved him, and Inigo loved him back. He was the greatest swordmaker in all the world, but was not recognized for it and didn't want to be. All he sought was a challenge. But it was the making of the six-fingered sword that ultimately ruined him. For a year he toiled, only to be killed in the end.
That brought him, finally, to the six-fingered man himself, Count Rugen. He was even more evil and manipulating than Prince Humperdinck himself, whom Inigo didn't particularly like either. The man who demanded the six-fingered sword and killed Domingo when he refused to sell it at an unfair price. It was the reason Inigo had trained to become a Wizard - for revenge. Now, after all these years of searching, the Count had his blood again. Years wasted.
All these musings passed through Inigo's mind in seconds, and a last, obsessive thought took him: avenge father at all costs. With a final rush of adrenaline, ignoring the pain, he stood up, covered his wound, and looked Count Rugen in the eye.
"Hello... my name is... Inigo Montoya; you killed... my father; prepare to die."