Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from The Princess Bride or the Enchanted Forest Chronicles. They belong to S. Morgenstern and Patricia C. Wrede, respectively.
A/N: Another crazy idea given life late at night........enjoy!!
Lost in the Woods
Westley, Buttercup, Fezzik, and Inigo had been riding for days. Inigo's wounds were reopening, and Westley kept slipping into unconsciousness for long periods of time. In her dim little brain, Buttercup was beginning to worry.
"I mean, what if Humperdinck catches up to us?" she asked Fezzik nervously, watching Westley out of the corner of her eye. He looked pale.
"We get out of town on the nearest bus!" The giant rhymed, looking just as worried.
"We need to stop somewhere where we can get rest and healing."
Fezzik pulled a little packet out of his shirt. "Will this help?"
"What is it?"
"Miracle Max gave it to me. He said it would give us rest and shelter when we needed it most." He frowned. "Post," he added as an afterthought.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING BEFORE?!"
"Erg. I was saving it for when our luck was poor."
"Fezzik, Inigo and my beloved Westley are dying. D-Y-E-I-N! Our luck is definitely poor."
He shrugged and tossed her the package. She opened it and looked at the sparkly powder inside. "Ooooooh......" She slapped herself lightly. "Focus, Buttercup." A note in Miracle Max's nearly indecipherable handwriting lay at the bottom and she unfolded it carefully.
Throw the powder in the air and say 'Argelfraster'.
"Well, that's simple. Argelfraster!"
A whirl of swirly sparkles came over the four companions—and their horses—and carried them away. Buttercup's voice could be heard dimly from the center of the action....
....."Pretty sparkles!