Hello, everyone! It's been forever since I've written a fan fiction! I've been so busy with school and stuff, it's kept me from writing. But now that I've beaten the game Dragon Quest VIII again, I've come up with a idea for a little oneshot about the main character of the game, whom in this fic shall be called Toby, named after one of my original characters. And in this one, the main character can speak. Enjoy!

Note: there are MAJOR spoilers in this, for those who have never played the game or have not beaten it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story. Thank you.

It was a bright and sunny day, as always, in the kingdom of Trodain. Toby sat in the courtyard of Trodain Castle, the locks of brown hair that poked through the red bandana on his head fluttering in the breeze. Munchie, the mouse that stayed in his pocket, looked up at him, squeaking. Toby stroked the mouse with his finger, who acknowledged the petting with a happy squeal.

"Toby?" a soft voice called out to him from behind. He looked behind him, seeing Princess Medea standing near him, her green eyes looking into his. "You've been out here for a while, now. Is something wrong?"

"No," Toby replied, looking up at the sky. "I've just been thinking about something. Why did I have to know about my origins until now? Why couldn't I have found out when I was younger?"

"Maybe it was because the Dragovians didn't want you to find out until you were of the right age," Medea replied, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Besides, your grandfather has been with you all this time, right under your nose." She looked down at Munchie, who stared up at her with his small black eyes. Toby nodded, a smile coming to his face.

"I just can't believe that it's been a few months since we defeated Rhapthorne…" he whispered. "I wonder if I could have defeated him on my own? Since I have Dragovian blood in me, I should have been able to transform into a dragon…"

"You're only half-Dragovian, Toby," Medea reminded him. "Even if you were able to transform, I'm sure you wouldn't have been able to defeat Rhapthorne by yourself." Toby stood up from the stone bench, setting Munchie down on the ground. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to try and transform," the boy replied, closing his eyes. Medea held Munchie in her hand, her eyes beginning to fill with worry. A faint glow began to surround Toby's body, his eyes slowly opening. Medea could see that they were beginning to turn a bright golden. He opened his mouth, letting out a loud roar. Medea slowly backed away, seeing her husband transform into a lizard like shape, the scales on his body shining black. Wings burst out from his back, the undersides tinted like blood. The dragon turned towards Medea, growling darkly.

"Toby…" Medea muttered, tears beginning to fill her eyes. "Why did you have to do that?" She sank to her knees, sobbing quietly. The dragon still stared at her, the growls quieting down.

"M-Me…dea…" the creature growled, lowering its head towards the ground. Another faint glow surrounded the dragon, and when it faded, Toby stood in place of the dragon, holding his head.

"Note to self: never do that again…" he groaned, holding his hand out to Medea. "It's okay now, Princess. You can open your eyes now." Medea looked up at him, embracing him after she stood.

"Promise me, Toby," she cried, clutching the cloth of his yellow jacket. "Promise me that you'll never transform like that again…"

"I'm sure that the transformation was only temporary, Medea. I can promise you that. But who knows? Maybe one day, I'll want to harness that power myself, and take on the Lord of the Dragovians like that." Medea sighed, leaning her head against his chest. Toby stroked her long brown hair, looking into her eyes.

"No matter what, Princess, I shall always protect you."

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