The Opening Page To The Book I’m Currently Writing Entitled ‘The Princess Bride 2′
May 6th, 2007
Inigo Montoya sat looking at himself in the mirror, burnt bulbs barely providing enough light for his make-up. The lines on his face and around his eyes had grown deeper since he had avenged his father’s death and helped set Princess Buttercup find her one true love. But that was neither here nor there, as tonight he had to get ready for the biggest challenge of his life. A challenge he had dreamed about but never pursued since he was busy pursuing his father’s killer.
Then, a knock at the door. Inigo turned, kicking the foot stool out from under him and pulling his sword from his sheath — “who is it?” he yelled. The door opened slowly revealing Sir Fred Amelle, a French man more German than French. “They’re out there,” he nervously stuttered. “You either do this now or you’ll never get the chance again.” Inigo lifted his sword and held the blade mere inches from his eyes. “I will do this, my old friend — and I will use this sword to showcase my resolve.” And then, without warning, Inigo swept past Sir Amelle, slinked out of the room and burst out onto the adjacent wooden platform.
There, in front of him, they stood. Numerous guests, each being served dinner and drink. A spotlight beamed across Inigo’s face as he leaped onto stage. “Hello,” he announced. The crowd, in return, went WILD. Inigo waited for them to calm down before continuing: “My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to-”
“DIE!!!” the crowd yelled out in unison, reminiscent of modern day concert hive mentality.
Inigo smiled as a dummy resembling his past nemesis descended from the rafters and he readied his sword. He thought to himself in the slice of a second before he began to parry and weave, that he was happy. His dream of dinner theater had finally been realized.
But would he be able to support himself financially? Only time would tell.
