Dragon Quest is a series created by Akira Toryama and is owned by him and his companies. The game for this fic, Dragon Quest 8, is owned by Square Enix and is not my property. This will be another one of my 'real world character goes to game world' scenarios with OC Mary (who is my property). The fic will contain character death, some blood, cussing, lesbianism, and lemon later on, so M rated only for 18 or older. So from here, let's get started.

Ch1: Transformed and Transported

"So what can we expect from this trip?" a tourist asked the guide as we sat in the bus on the way to Stonehenge. "We can expect to see one of the most well-known monumental structures in the known world, the ruins of Stonehenge," spoke the guide as the bus came to a complete stop. It was time for us to get off. The structures could be seen right in front of us.

After we all exited said bus, I couldn't help but feel something... wrong. Something weird hanging in the air. Almost as if someone or something were watching me. I shrugged it off quickly, however, as I saw that the tour was leaving without me. When I tried to take another step, however, I found that my legs just wouldn't move! I tried to get them to get out of my shoes, thinking I got stuck in thick mud, but I couldn't even do that.

"Um... what the hell is going on here?" I asked myself, since the tour had already gotten out of earshot. They were too noisy anyways. They couldn't hear me even if I screamed bloody murder. "Okay... maybe if I duck down..." I frowned, hoping that would at least help solve the problem. When I ducked, however, I felt myself falling. And falling. And falling further! And the worst part was that I had actually went right through the ground and I was now inside some sort of strange tunnel! I blacked out before anything else happened, however...

"Oi. You awright?" asked a voice from who-knows-where. My eyes were still weary as I tried to open them and was met by a face that looked slightly familiar... though I couldn't quite place it. "The bird's awake, guv. Now wot do we do wit 'er?" the voice asked again. I rubbed my eyes with my hands and tried to see who was speaking to me. When I opened them, I couldn't believe what I saw. His face had scars on it, his body was round and hairy, and he wore a spiked hat while wielding a large club. "I... Is this a dream?" I asked, wondering why I was suddenly face-to-face with a video game character.

"You were conked out by the side of the road here, so we decided to give you a hand," said the refined voice of none other than King Trode. I looked in his direction and was puzzled for only one reason, and it wasn't about King Trode being... well... green and pink-lipped. It was because there was a complete absence of a hero character in the group! "Wait... are there more of you guys?" I asked, wondering if that were the case. "Well, there was... but..." Yangus frowned as he looked at Trode and Medea (who was a horse) with a frown. "But he fell when trying to save Yangus..." spoke MEDEA!

THAT was the kick in the pants I needed as I jumped out of Yangus's arms and looked directly at the transformed princess. "D-D-Did your horse just friggin' talk?!" I exclaimed, making sure I didn't say her name at all. After all, it would've been weird if I blurted out that I knew all of their names. "Well, yes... I feel we should explain," Trode frowned as he looked at Medea and back at Yangus.

"See, our entire kingdom has been cursed," Medea frowned while chewing on some grass... how her life must have sucked right now. "Thorns everywhere, all the people that were there now turned into frozen, botanical statues..." Trode frowned. "And we were transformed into the forms you see now... no thanks to a certain jester we need to destroy," Medea finished. "Okay... just a forewarning though... um... what were your names again?" I asked the group, not wanting to rouse suspicion.

"Name's Yangus. I'm a bloke that decided to travel wit these blokes after the guv saved me... that is, before 'e fell into the river..." Yangus frowned. "I am King Trode, the ruler of Trodain," Trode said. "And I am his daughter, Princess Medea... but you can just call me Medea. No need to be formal if I'm a horse, huh?" Medea said. "Yeah... just a warning, Medea... you may want to try not talking if you happen to go into a town. Trust me, talking horses are not normal," I warned ahead of time. "Thanks, but I already know that much," Medea frowned.

"By the by, what do you plan on doin'? And what exactly are you anyways?" Yangus asked me. "Well, my name is Mary and I am a human, just like you," I frowned at him. "Um... but what about those ears you have? They don't look like normal human ears to me," Medea frowned. "Wait... what?" I asked, my hands instinctively going to the sides of my head.

When I felt them, I immediately knew that something must be wrong. How did I come to this conclusion? My ears were now longer, pointier, and they had a slightly harder feeling to them. "Elf ears? What the hell?" I asked as I rubbed them, wondering how the hell I was turned into an elf when I was a full-fledged human before. "Did you happen to see a jester nearby at all? One that is called Dhoulmagus?" Trode asked.

"No, but I have a feeling on where the nearest town is," I sighed, looking over to the distance and pointing to a path that led to Farebury. "And since I need to find out how I went from human to elf, I'm going with you. Take it or leave it," I frowned as I simply took a nearby sword that was lying on the ground (most likely the hero's) and loved it. Why? Because I was a swordsman in my spare time at home!

"You're insisting that you go with us, then? You better prove yourself useful if you wish to stay with our group. And you'll abide my every order, got it?" Trode asked as he got back into the cart that Medea was attached to. "So long as one of those orders doesn't include washing your body, I'm fine with it," I smiled, giving him a wink. "Hmph! I may be a king, but even I wouldn't stoop to that level," Trode frowned. "Geeze, Trode. It's just a joke."