Scaly Lennon

Chapter 6

Weeks have passed since the Beatles had their adventure in the Fantasy Realm, it was nothing but an old memory to them all. One day Julian noticed that Crowe had left his book in the studio. "Hey Daddy, doesn't this belong to the old man that you met at repair shop? He asked.

"Huh? Oh that thing. I wonder why Crowe left it behind. Oh well, we'll head to the repair shop tomorrow and return it to him then."

But to their surprise, he was no longer there. "How odd. He always hung out here before..." John thought out loud. "How come he's gone?"

"Maybe he thought since we've saved his world, he went off some place else." George replied. Looking into the book, he saw a picture of Crowe on a page that used to be blank. "Wait... Guys! I think he's in here."

Heading over to their youngest bandmate, they all checked the page. "Well that answers our questions of where he went. But without my pendant, we won't be able to get in again."

Knowing that John was right, George sighed and put the book back, but then a very similar looking pendant fell out. "Oh, I think we can use this instead!"

Holding the pendant up to the sun, the Beatles, Cynthia and Julian were once again transported into the book and landed right next to Crowe, much to his surprise. "Oh! You six again. What brings you here?"

"We just wanted to see what's been going on since you were away." John replied. "It definitely seems a lot more peaceful here."

Walking around, Julian soon met up with the baby dragons he befriended back in the overlord's keep. "Look guys! It's Julian!!" One of them exclaimed. And soon Julian was in the middle of a big group hug.

"I missed you guys too." He said, patting each of their heads. "Let's go and play!"

"Yeah!!" They all cheered as they ran into an open field. But during all the excitement, no one noticed that George had separated from the group. Walking into a forest, George tried to keep his spirits up, but he was worried.

"Ever since John stopped me from becoming an evil servant, I keep having these... Feelings... To hurt others, to take over the world... I don't know why..." He mumbled.

"George? What are you doing?"

Looking over his shoulder, George saw his older bandmate running towards him. "Oh hi John... I just needed some time to think."

"Think? What do you need to think about? It's not like that guy's gonna try to turn you bad again."

"Um... Actually John... I'm worried... I keep having weird dreams about me becoming that dragon and hurting you all... I was laughing at your deaths... I'm scared Johnny... I don't want to be evil.." He stuttered, panicking at the very thought of trying to harm them again.

Concerned about his younger bandmate, John placed his hand on George's shoulder and assured to him that it's going to be okay. "We're not going to let you loose control. We'll always be there for you Georgie."

Smiling at him, George wrapped John into a big hug. "Thanks... Big brother."

Later that same day, George decided to take a stroll around the Fantasy Realm, during that time he soon came across and old temple. Curious at what was inside, he decided to go and take a look. "Wow, it's like made of solid gold!" He thought. Walking further into the temple, get soon cam across a pedestal with a statue on it.

"Four dragons guarding a pearl." He observed. "A very pretty pearl... I'll take a closer look." Leaning towards the pearl, George could see his reflection on it, but not his human form. "Huh.. But.. Isn't that the dragon I turned into?"

Then the dragon started cackling. "Oh Flare, have you already forgotten your task?"

"F-Flare? But that's not what I'm called anymore. I'm George now."

Backing away from the pearl, George tried to run away, but he couldn't keep his eyes off the pearl. "You are Flare, the Dark Dragon, and soon to be ruler of all worlds. Destroy them all, show them your power".

"N-no..." George whimpered. "I... I'm not hurting my friends..."

But it seemed the pearl wasn't going to take no for an answer, as it shot a dark purple beam straight at George's chest. Screaming in pain, George felt his skin harden into black scales once again. "NO!! I'm not becoming this again!!" He shouted trying to resist his transformation. But it was no use, two sets of wings burst out of his back, his claws and teeth had sharpened until they resembled knives and his mind blanked out.

"Kill them all." He growled, storming out of the temple. "Master is gone, I will take over."