My first Shrek story! I thought that Fiona seemed unusually good at socializing, so I created an explanation – an illegitimate sister that was locked up with her for all those years. This is the version of the first two movies (I'm not attempting the other two) through the eyes of Princess Nancy, Fiona's little sister. Please enjoy and review!

Once upon a time, in the Kingdom of Far Far Away, lived a king and his queen, with two beautiful princesses. However, they were worried about both girls. The older one had an enchantment cast upon her, which caused her to become a monster by night, and her true form would only become constant when she had love's first kiss. The younger princess was an illegitimate child, as one of the guards had treated the queen disrespectfully. He had been fired, but the kingdom didn't believe in abortions. The king and queen sought the help of a Fairy Godmother, who decreed that both girls be locked away in a tower, guarded by a dragon. The older one would wait for her prince and true love's first kiss, while her sister would be accepted back as a true royal with her sister's marriage and rescue. The older girl, Princess Fiona, was six years old when she was first locked up, while her sister, Princess Nancy, was only five. However, they managed, and stayed locked up until one day, when Fiona was eighteen and Nancy seventeen...

NANCY'S POV

The day started off pretty routinely. I was getting completely sick of my sister. Just because she was the oldest, she seemed to think she had the right to boss me around. I was seventeen, nearly an adult, and Fiona still thought she had the right to tell me what to do! We loved each other dearly, but seeing no one but your older sister and a couple of knights occasionally did get me sometimes. Anyway, Fiona told me when to get up, when everything happened, then insisted on "fixing my posture". "You're still a princess, Nance! You can't stand like that!"

Anyway, halfway through the grey morning, we heard a noise in the castle, and Fiona looked out the window. "Nancy, here's another brave knight!" she exclaimed.

"He's gotten further than the last." I commented. The last one had fallen into the lava on the rickety bridge. "Has the dragon gotten to him yet?" I didn't bother looking out the window, knowing that Fiona would tell me everything going on.

"Now it has." Fiona replied. "And...uh-oh! He's been sent flying. He'll crash through here any moment-" She was cut off by the roof breaking and a bulky figure with a helmet falling through.

"Act like a princess." Fiona whispered. "Copy me." I didn't mind playing the meek princess a little bit, but I wasn't looking forward to being a full-time princess when Fiona got married. Oh well, I'd just have to pretend I was playing.

So both of us lay flat on our futons, eyes closed. Fiona even smoothed down her green dress (I wore red instead of green) and held a posy. We heard the heavy footsteps of the knight, and waited for him to speak.

Instead, both of us got harmless heart attacks. A hand began shaking us by the shoulders. "Wake up!"

Fiona spoke first. "What?" she demanded.

"Are you Princess Fiona?" questioned the knight.

"I am." my sister replied. "And next to me is my sister, Princess Nancy. We are awaiting a knight so bold as to rescue us."

"Oh, that's nice. Now let's go!" said the knight, taking hold of my sister's hand.

"But wait, Sir Knight!" Fiona protested. "Firstly, you are meant to rescue both of us, and second, this is our first meeting. Should it not be a wonderful, romantic moment?"

"Yeah..." said the knight. "Sorry, ladies, but we have to go." This time, at least, he grabbed my hand as well as my sister's.

Fiona continued to protest, until I shyly stepped in. "Fi, you could give him a break." I suggested. However, standing up to my sister very rarely worked, since I was quiet by nature. Fiona was assertive, and as I'd said, bossy.

"You know how it goes, Nancy!" was all Fiona replied. "All the other knights do it like that." This knight, however, just broke down the door and pulled us down the stairs. Fiona continued to protest and suggest that he even recite a poem. I didn't really care, since we were getting out of the prison. The knight didn't care much about our first impression of him, either.

"Well, can we at least know the name of our champion?" Fiona said exasperatedly.

"Since you've gotten the furthest of all the other knights." I said, still quietly.

"Uh, Shrek." replied the knight.

Fiona still played the princess, giving him a handkerchief, etc. I wasn't bothered, just wanting to get out. After all, I had my whole life to be a princess.

Then we heard a roar. "You didn't slay the dragon?" Fiona exclaimed.

"It's on my 'to do' list." Sir Shrek said casually. "Now come on!"

"But this isn't right!" wailed Fiona. "You're meant to charge at it, sword drawn. That's what all the other knights did."

"Yeah, just before they burst into flame." Shrek pointed out.

"That's not the point!" Fiona cried. "Wait, where are you going?"
"The door's not that way." I said. "The bridge is that way." Shrek replied that he wanted to save something.

"What kind of knight are you?" Fiona and I said at the same time.

"One of a kind." Shrek replied. Thus followed a fight with the dragon. It turned out that Shrek had gone back to rescue a talking donkey, who was adorable, although his voice was annoying.

Shrek didn't bother with pulling once the dragon was after us. He pretty much carried both us and the donkey. I was seriously terrified. Once he'd gotten the dragon a little tied up with its chains, he put all of us down. "OK, you three. Head for the exit!" All three of us did so, pronto, even though he didn't seem to have done much. Seconds later, we had to climb up the burned bridge. Fiona got to the top first, then helped me up. We ran further down away from the castle. I gave a scream of exhilaration for getting out.

"Nancy!" Fiona admonished. "Be a princess!"

I laughed at her, bold with sheer joy. "C'mon, sis, we were finally rescued! Loosen up!"

"Can't." Fiona replied sternly, even regretfully. "My future husband is, like, right there." At that moment, Shrek and his donkey were tumbling down the hill that led up to the castle.

It was time to learn the truth.

Now, all you have to do is just one thing. Review, please, otherwise I may not continue!