I do NOT claim to own any of the characters from the movie. I only own the characters… ah, that would take too long. Anyways, um… yeah. And this is for the MOVIE The Princess Bride. I have NEVER read the book. So there. Now… Let the games begin!
P.S: No matter what FanFiction says, the movie is called THE PRINCESS BRIDE. Not PRINCESS BRIDE. So ha!
P.P.S: I apologize if I spell any original character's name wrong.
Chapter One
The Beginning
After riding away on white horses, Wesley and Buttercup had sailed away with Inigo Montoya to a quaint little island which they promptly named Beverwood. It was uninhabited and quite suitable for farming and raising a family, with no large, carnivorous wild animals. Westley and Buttercup raised a family there, three boys and a girl. This story is about their children, their oldest and youngest in particular. The story starts with the oldest, Inigo, who, at that time, was twelve years old.
Now Inigo had always been a curious child, and a brave one at that. It started with his first chance to explore the island by himself, at age six. He started out in the woods, and came upon a beehive.
Inigo, who had always wanted to know what the inside of a beehive looked like, climbed up to a nearby branch and took out a small dagger that his father had given him. Inigo started swinging the dagger at the beehive, promptly losing his balance and falling out of the tree. Inigo climbed several times up to that branch, and the same result happened every time. Climb, swing, fall, climb, swing, fall.
But little Inigo was not deterred. He searched around until he found a vine. Inigo climbed up to a higher branch directly above the one he had been standing on and tied the vine to it. He went back down to his perch, grabbed onto the vine, swung out towards the beehive, whipped his dagger around, and… it worked! The nest was neatly cut in two.
But Inigo didn't get a look at it then. The bees were angry, and they flew to Inigo and were stinging him as much as they could, which, of course, was only once per each bee. But the boy stood there, as if rooted to the ground. He was determined to see the beehive.
When the bees had all stung him, Inigo finally got a look at the beehive.
When he had a good look at it, the six-year-old suddenly came to notice the pain from the stings. But he did not scream, cry, and run home. He walked at a normal pace back to the farm. When he got there, his mother yelled, though. She wanted to know what he had been doing. When Domingo told her, she wanted to know what he had been thinking, standing there with hundreds bees stinging him. The only thing that he could tell her was, "I wanted to see the beehive."
But that is not the point of this story. This story is not about the stories of the past. This story is about the present. So I will not keep rambling on about the children. Instead, I will begin the story as I should have. You will want to sit down, though, for it is rather long. Are you all settled down? Good. Now it is time for a story, a good story, about adventure and love and other beautiful, brilliant things.