Summary: This is a rewrite of Barbie and the Three Musketeers. I love the way it was originally made, I really do! But I really wanted to change things a bit too...

All names are entirely made up and coincidental. I don't own Mattel or Barbie or anything else from Barbie, except for Jo, the farm boy, and a few other minor characters coming up in the future. Haha, I sound like an actual professional when I'm really not.

Chapter One

Corrine D'Artagnan-Bauden flipped over a few stacks of hay, and wobbled into a musketeer position. "Hah!" she cheered, "defeating" her scarecrow at their sword fights. "I win, again!"

Her kitten, Miette, continued doing her sword practice too. Only the barn animals laughed at her. All, except one.

As Miette fell again, she groaned, "I'm never going to be a mus-cat-teer!"

"That's true!" piped up one of the goats. Miette growled like her tiger ancestors.

"Miette," chided the wise old voice of Alexander; a handsome horse that used to belong to Corrine's father, and was once a musketeer horse. "Don't listen to them. You are doing great."

"Really?" purred Miette hopefully. Alexander nodded slowly. Miette smiled and nuzzled him.

Corrine was a young blonde who lived on a farm in Gascony, France. She dreamed of being a musketeer, like her father and her cousins. And she dreamed of being the first female one, too! Although, her mother strongly disapproved...

"Excellent match," cheered someone mockingly. "Albeit, not the best I've seen."

Rising to the challenge, Corrine whirled around and brandished her sword. "Who dares to challenge me? I am Corrine of Gascony, first female-" Suddenly Corrine's boot heel snapped like a twig, and Corrine cried out as she hit the ground, landing in even more hay. "Musketeer," groaned Corrine, finishing the sentence.

"Nice fail," smirked the someone. "More like, musk-crap-teer."

Corrine recognized the voice and sarcasm, and laughed, "Hi, Jo."

Jo, Corrine's best friend, rolled her eyes. "If you want to be a musketeer, you're going to have to loose some weight. You can't go into battle with broken bones and boots."

"I've been practicing! Did you see my flip?" Corrine gestured her arms wildly as she wobbled on between the height of her two boots.

"I admit, impressive."

"Thank you," said Corrine, rolling her eyes. "Now, want to practice with me before I leave for Paris?"

Jo sighed. "You're still doing that? What will your mother think? You know how she feels about that!"

"Of course! And Mom will agree with me! I know it!" Corrine exclaimed. She flipped over again and landed on a different haystack, with her boots off. "Now, are you backing out like a wimp or are you challenging me like a hero?" Corrine pulled out another wooden sword.

Jo grinned. "Prepare for some serious butt-kicking!" She then snatched the sword, and they began to fight.

From inside, Corrine's mother sighed as she watched the two girls fight. Her daughter was impressive, she'd admit that. But it was far too dangerous for a young lady to go running across the country and saving people. And it was impossible for her to be a female musketeer. Everyone knew that. Everyone except Corrine. The hardest part would be telling her stubborn self. Especially for her mother, who was supposed to believe and support her in all her heart.

But the thing is...She didn't at all.

Corrine skipped in to the parlor and grinned, excitement shining all over her petite face. "Mom, do you know what day it is?"

Playing pretend, Corrine's mother shrugged. "Uh, Wednesday?"

"My birthday!" Corrine said.

"Oh."

"I'm finally going to be a musketeer!"

"Corrine, about that..."

Corrine stopped dancing and glanced at her mother. "Yeah?"

"Corrine, I...I can't let you go," her mother sighed, clasping her hands together.

Corrine's smile faded. "Why?!" she demanded.

"Because it's too dangerous. And there are already enough musketeers to begin with."

There, in fact, were not enough. Monsieur Treville had put up flyers across the country that explained their search for young men to join the musketeers.

Corrine frowned. "Mom, you used to want me to join them! Until Dad died."

Corrine's mother suddenly burst at her child's foolishness. "Enough, Corrine! That's that! You are forbidden-I forbid you to go! Now, go to your room!"

"Oh, but, don't you think the stairs are dangerous, too?!" mocked Corrine. Suddenly she stomped up those "dangerous" stairs and yelled, "I hate you!" before slamming shut and locking her door.