"This is really weird, I could have sworn there was an opening up here." John thought when he reached the trapdoor. When he tried to push against it, he found it was shut tight. "Hey George? Paul? I think one of you are sitting on the entrance."

"So you've been sneaking out behind my back every night? The nerve of you!"

The auburn haired guitarist jumped as he saw Phil coming out from the shadows. "You're coming with me right now! I raised you for the past eighteen years and you think you could just abandon your caretaker just like that?"

"Abandon? All I did was check out the town just outside the forest and meet with some nice shop owners letting me taste test any goodies they got!"

But his foster dad wanted to hear nothing of if as he dragged John up to his room. "Oooh, and then there was girl. She was so lovely, you ought to see her blonde locks. And-"

Now there was something that caught Phil's attention, but why is that? "You met a girl? What was her name?"

"I dunno, I never asked."

"How could you not know?! You snuck out more than once haven't you?"

"I only ever saw her on the first night, she mentioned something about a war with some queen that accused them of something they didn't do. Does that ring a bell for you?"

"You know all that about her and never bothered to ask her name huh? I find that highly suspicious."

"I would have asked her that if I weren't in such a hurry to get back before you wake up. Because I know for a fact you've been trying to keep me away from the outside world, for what reason? Everyone there is so nice!"

"Liar! I know you're hiding her name from me, so you better tell me right away or else!"

"Or else what?! I already told ya I didn't know, but if you let me go back out there I'll find her and let you know her name."

"Enough!! I have had it with your inability to take anything seriously! You think this is just some fun little game do ya? Well now it's my turn to play a game with you!"

Looking over at the beat up guitar, Phil shot a fire blast right at it, reducing it to a pile of ash. "Hey! How do you expect me to write music without a guitar?!"

"Well maybe that has refreshed your memory. Now, what was her name?!"

"You know I never lied once to ya, since better if I just swallow my pride than let Paul or George suffer in my place. If I knew her name I'll tell ya okay?"

"You, I gave you a final chance and you choose to keep lying to my face?! You've pushed me to my limit Lennon, and now it's time you paid the price."

Both of his arms flashed a bright red as the room begun to change. The door completely vanished from sight, and if John was thinking to escape out the window he better hope he could fly as his small bedroom transformed into a tower that reached up to the top of the illusion wall. "A bit overkill don't you think? I got the picture when you burnt up the only thing that ever gave me happiness in this place."

"Well then you should have obeyed me, now this will be your new home for the rest of your life."

"Yours too, you were so focused on trying to trap me ya-"

"I can fly you twit!"

"Oh right.."

"How come you keep sneaking back here?" Paul asked John, late at night while Phil was out doing whatever creepy old warlocks like him do. "You found a way out of this miserable place and into one full of amazing people and that girl I know you have the hots for. You could have just stayed out there and made a new life out of yourself."

"And leave you and George here to rot? I don't think so, not to mention with George's entire family at Phil's command he might have tried to add them into his roster of guys to torture too." John smirked, pulling his childhood friends into a group hug. "If I do find another way out I'll make sure all of us are together."

"Even Mom, Dad and my big brothers and sister? But how are we gonna get away from that creep and into a real home? People don't really take too kindly to dragons."

"We'll find a way somehow, there's always a way out as long as there's hope. And you bet I never broke down once no matter what Phil kept telling me. Joking about how he looks, his bossyness and how utterly doomed I am when I mess up help me get through a lot as well."

".................. Okay we really need to have a talk about how you use self depreciating humor too often to cope. Well at least you still got that harmonica right?"

Looking over at the bedside table, John carefully rubbed his finger against the writing on it. "Your son loves you too, whoever my real parents are. I bet one of those townspeople might know who made this and then I'll find them and in turn find my real family! It's ingenious I tell you!"

"If we could find a way out, George's the only one who can fit somewhat through the window and we all know how he is when it comes to flying across that barrier." Paul grunted, tapping his hoof against the wall. "It would take a miracle for us to even get into the forest."

"Hey, I'm telling ya we will find out way out of here even if it takes me all night."

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Meanwhile back at the palace, Cynthia Powell was having parental troubles of her own. "Are you certain that a war is the only solution to this?"

"Of course it is!" Old queen Lillian retorted, sending order to her guards to patrol the woods. "That old coot Julia thinks I murdered her son? She must be daft! You don't remember because you were only a year old, but you would have been arranged to be with their little boy. I agreed to that so I don't see what I would gain if I did run away with him."

"But surely there has to be some other way to convince her you didn't do it. Why don't you tell her to come over to our kingdom yourself? So she can check every nook and cranny so we can prove we didn't do it."

"Well, since you will be the future queen after all. I will invite her to our ball, showing her all around the kingdom if I must. But if that fails then we attack."

As the night went on, John silently wished that there could be some way for him to just finally escape this hellhole for good. "And while we're at it, get me a brand new guitar I can strum for the massive audiences I'll get once people start hearing me sing."

A shooting star passed across his tower, and because they're known for granting wishes (yes it has to be a comet, you can't just wish on any old star Geppetto!) the harmonica in the corner started to shift. It was surrounded by a bright light, forming into a 1961 Rickenbacker guitar with a golden pick. "Hmmr... Whatever it is I'll deal with it tomorrow, I'm only sleeping right now."

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"You sure this is how it's supposed to look?" George grumbled, he and Paul thought they could surprise John by building him a new guitar, so far it looked more like a long log with a hole at the tip.

"Well there's only so much we can do with the materials we had. I mean it's better than nothing right?"

As they worked, the older Harrison dragons looked down on their younger brother. "How could George ever think to grow so soft? Look at him hanging around a faun, we would have eaten him in an instant! If he keeps this up he'll tarnish the dragon legacy we worked so hard to maintain." Harry growled.

"I dunno, didn't you spend most of your time lazing around on your treasure horde? Louise and our parents had to poke you with a sword to wake you up." Peter joked.

"Don't tell me you're actually starting to agree with George!"

"I'm just saying, it would be nice to not be disturbed by the knights that keep trespassing on our lands. Especially if i-"

"HOLY CRAP!!!" John belted out loud enough to wake up the entire kingdom, okay so he wasn't that loud but to the dragons it was enough to send them flying off. "Look at this guys!! I wished for a new guitar last night and I bet a blue fairy came in and granted that wish for me!!"

"Why so specific on the colour?"

"I mean it's usually a blue on right? We'll get to that once the author starts remaking the Fairytopia trilogy, but anyways I got a guitar!! And it's in pristine mint condition too, I can't wait to play!"

However once he started strumming a tune, a portal of sorts slowly opened up. "Huh? Oh wait, I remember also wishing for a way to get us out of this dump. I bet the power of rock and roll can make that portal big enough to get us all out and into the world! How about you guys sing along with me?"

George got the makeshift guitar to strum along, using his claws like multiple picks while Paul clicked his hooves together like a pair of tambourines. He would have much preferred a bass to play or a nice piano but what ya gonna do? With the three of them singing away, the portal widened enough and attached itself to the wall. "Wow, it's the town! Now I can show you guys what everything the place has to offer, and I can finally bring along."

The trio all stepped in, finding themselves at the entrance to the town. "And hey look! There's the girl I met on my first night here!! Where have ya been? You missed Beatles Rarepair week!"

"Huh? Well I doubt me and you together really counts as rare since there's been plenty on Wattpad. Here too but you're often portrayed as-"

"Yeah yeah, but we ain't here to make a late entry. What I'd like to know is if there's a guitar maker in this place, I want to know who made this 60s guitar in a fantasy medieval setting."