Once upon a time, faraway in Paris, there's a legend of mighty men known as Musketeers. Their job was to protect the royal family at any cost. Well, one of the best known of them was D'artagnon. He, and his friend, Treville, who was the captain of the musketeers, were unstoppable.

Well, our story today isn't about D'artagnon and Treville. It's about a different generation. D'artagnon's children. Conrad and his little sister, Corinne.

Fifteen year old Corinne was watching out the window expectantly "When are they going to get here?" she groaned.

Her mother, Marie, laughed "Patience, Corinne. They'll get here soon enough."

Corinne nodded, the resumed her stare out the window.

Corinne had white blond hair and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a red jumper with an off-white shirt underneath and brown boots.

Her father, D'artagnon and her older brother, Conrad, were musketeers, and were due home anytime. Because of how far away they lived from the city, they could only make the trip home once every three months.

She sighed as she leaned against the window sill "Someday."

Marie looked back at her daughter "You still want to be a musketeer?"

Corinne nodded "Oh yes. More than anything!" then she caught sight of two horses racing down the road "They're here!" she ran out the door and stood on the porch to wait. Her mother joined her a few moments later.

D'artagnon, tall, brown haired and brown eyed, stepped down from his horse.

The Conrad, Brown haired and blue eyes, dismounted from his.

Both were wearing their blue musketeer uniforms.

"Conrad!" Corinne cried as she jumped off the porch.

"Corinne!" Her brother met her half way and hugged her "It's so good to see you!"

Corinne laughed and looked up at her dad "Hey, Daddy."

D'artagnon nodded then chuckled "Hello, Corinne." Then he went to greet his wife.

Corinne pulled back from her brother "So tell me everything! What happened while you were away this time?"

"Well, lot's happens when you're the Prince's personal guard."

Corinne's mouth fell open "You're the Prince's personal guard?!"

He nodded "Yep. Of course, I'm not around him 24/7. Only when something comes up."

"Hey, Conrad." D'artagnon said "Why don't you and Corinne do the chores while your mother and I fix dinner."

"Done." The two younger ones said in unison, then they ran towards the barn.

Marie laughed "Remember when they were little?"

D'artagnon nodded "Inseparable."

Conrad was only three years older then his little sister. So growing up, they were each other's companions. Everything they did got done together. When they were young, they'd sword fight with wooden swords and talk out life as a musketeer. Then, when Conrad had finally gotten old enough, he went with his father to Paris and was deemed a musketeer, due to his father's reputation.

"I wish I were a musketeer." Corinne said as she and Conrad were fighting with their wooden sword in the barn.

"Some day, Sis." Conrad laughed "We'll be working side by side. Taking down criminals and protecting the prince together." With a slight twist of his sword, he sent hers flying across the barn. He watched as the sword landed on the hay covered floor "It'll happen." He said "But it won't be easy." He turned to look at his sister, only to find her missing "Corinne?" his attention was then drawn to a pile of hay bales that stacked nearly to the roof, and a blond haired girl standing on top of them "Corinne?"

She jumped and grabbed a rope that was hanging from the roof and swung halfway across the barn, released the rope,

Conrad watched as she flipped through the air, landed on her feet, then stumbled backwards, landing on a bale of hay.

"Future reference." He laughed as he pulled her to her feet "You need more height if you want to even think about sticking that landing."

Corinne shrugged "I'll get it next time."

"Not without a higher elevation." He glanced around before whispering "Dad hasn't even been able to stick that landing yet. Trust me. I've watched him."

Corinne laughed "Good to know."

"Come on." Conrad said, tossing her a pitchfork "We've got chores to do."

"Alright." Corinne tossed a forkful of hay into her father's old horse, Alexander's, stall.

Conrad patted the horse on the nose "Good ol' boy."

Alexander had served their father for several years before Treville had bought him a new, younger horse.

"Do you think he misses musketeering?" Corinne asked, sneaking over to the hay bale pile again.

"Probably." Conrad answered, not looking at his sister "I think he loved it as much as dad does. And if you think you're going to land right without going higher, you're wrong."

Corinne froze halfway up the pile and sighed "The only think higher is the barn roof."

"And that wouldn't work. Unless you can hook a rope to the sun."

She grabbed a fist full of hay and threw it at him "I was serious, Conrad!"

"So was I." He laughed.

Corinne placed her hands on her hips "You're right Conrad. This elevation is too low for that jump."

He raised an eyebrow "But?"

"It's perfect for tackling!" She was about to make a flying leap when her mother and father stepped into the barn.

"I hope you're not planning on jumping." Her mother said.

Corinne shrugged and jumped to the ground "Not far."

"Dinner's ready."

"Okay." Conrad nodded "I'm starved!"

"Don't they feed you in Paris?" Corinne asked as they walked towards the house.

"Define, feed." Conrad responded. Then he winked "Of course they do."

Their time together passed too quickly for the siblings. Before they knew it, the four days had passed and it was time for the musketeers to leave again.

"I'm going to miss you, Corinne." Conrad said as he hugged her.

"Don't worry." Corinne answered "I'll be in Paris before you know it. Then we'll be working side by side forever!"

Conrad nodded "I look forward to it, Sis."

D'artagnon mounted his horse "Come on, Conrad. They're not going to wait for us forever."

The boy nodded, then jumped up on his horse "Bye Mom! Bye Corinne. See y'all in a couple months!"