-1Musketeers of the future
-Please note this starts just before D'Artagnan's death in the 1998 movie The Man in The Iron Mask.
What if D'Artagnan hadn't died that night? What if Raoul had come back as a spirit in hopes of changing a horrible future? What if holds a lot of power. These questions are ones that need to be answered….
King Louis the 14th, blinded by rage drew a knife from his belt, his soul purpose to destroy the brother he so despised. He would never get the chance. D'Artagnan, Captain of his Musketeers, leapt in front, his back to him, shielding Louis's brother from a dagger that would have killed him. Then, everything stopped. Louis froze, his face twisted in a look of maniacal rage, dagger poised murderously in his clenched hand.
Athos, a retired musketeer of many years, with his gray hair and wise blue eyes, reached over and gently pulled the two men out of harms way while two others, Porthos, another retired and wealthy musketeer and Aramis, a retired musketeer turned priest, watched from the other side of him. The men and boy looked around in confusion at their seemingly paused surroundings.
"W-What's going on?" The boy, Philippe, stuttered nervously.
"Is this supposed to happen?"
"I do not think so…" Athos responded, his voice revealing his puzzlement. Aramis strode over to the frozen King, waving a hand in front of his face impudently.
"Just as I thought.." He muttered to himself, thinking he had spoken low enough not to be heard. However, Porthos was standing quite close to him and had heard every word.
"What is as you thought Aramis?" Aramis gave a slight start when Porthos spoke, turning to see his comrades watching him expectantly.
"Everyone is frozen. Although, I don't know why.."
"I do." A familiar voice echoed through room, laughter badly hidden beneath it.
"Who are you?!" D'Artagnan demanded.
"Show yourself!" The voice sighed.
"If you want.." A transparent young man walked forward wearing a uniform of the French military, his curly brown hair standing up a mess of tangles.
"Raoul! But how..?" Athos began but stopped when his deceased, ghostly son raised his hand.
"Later father. Right now, I have something you must see. It is of great importance."
"Oh really?" Porthos said, a defiant challenge written all over his face.
"And why should we listen to you?"
"Because if you don't then your future descendants are the ones that will pay the price!" Raoul shouted, his eyes narrowed with anger. Porthos slowly backed away from the young man, moving to stand behind Athos in hopes of protection.
"What do you want from us?"
"Your help. You see your descendants are on the verge of being unable to continue your bloodlines. If that happens…" His voice broke as if the next thought was too horrible to even consider.
"Look, I'm not going to explain it all to you. If you want to help then we have to get the queen and leave right now!"
"Hold on! What does Anne have to do with this?" D'Artagnan asked, not knowing he had slipped up. The others took no notice as they waited for Raoul to answer.
"She holds a key part in this as well. She should be here any minute now." Roual was right. For not a couple minutes later, Queen Mother Anne burst through the double doors at the end of the stone hallway, her hair askew in her haste.
"Now that we're all here, let's go!" Raoul snapped his fingers and everything flashed white as he took them forward to their futures.