When Maria woke up, she was not on her bed anymore.

Instead, she was on a plain, some forlorn place she had no idea about.

A gentle breeze hit her, making her dress flutter about.

Wait, dress?

She looked down, only to find she was now wearing a really fancy-looking dress, a dress straight out of a fairytale, a dress worn by a princess.

She also realized that her body had changed too. Her skin was whiter and softer, and her hair was pure wavy blonde reaching down beyond her waist.

She really, truly had become a princess.

Or at least a noble lady.

Or at the very least someone who looked like one.

She looked around to find a bunch of people in the same state of confusion as her.

First, there was the little girl. A little girl with quite a pointed pair of ears she must add. She looked really distressed as she looked down at her own little body. 

Then, there was the young woman who looked to be some kind of cleric, looking like she was around her own age. She touched her own body all over, looking as frantic as a woman could possibly be. After the display, she buried her face in her book, clearly embarrassed.

She saw two other women, one a redhead and one with a silver blonde hair. The latter seemed to be a soldier of some sort, judging from her outfit. She asked if anyone knew what to do next.

Well, Maria couldn't answer that. She didn't know either.

The only recollection she had was of some place that looked like some sort of a law office. And how someone there, someone named Wyn, brought them here to do some job. What job was that? She couldn't tell.

The redhead suggested that they should just walk somewhere. The flustered young women added that they should follow a landmark.

"I agree," she said to them as she joined over to where they gathered. "Standing around here would get us nowhere it seems. No one here really knows where we are right now."