"So? What else ya got?" she asked, staring at the wizard and his flames.
He looked shocked. "What else?" he asked loudly. "What ELSE? Isn't this enough for you?"
"No."
He doused the flames and stared at her.
"This is a terrible generation," he said, wearily.
"I agree."
"What's wrong with all of you?"
"How much time do you have?" she asked.
He sat down and shook his head. "None of you can even do magic. Well, at least you don't know when you're doing it and you can't do what I just did, even you have to know that."
"What do you mean we don't know when we're doing it?"
"You're all doing magic to make this reality seem real. It's not real, I assure you, but you've blended your power together to make it seem as if it actually exists."
"Why would we do that?"
"Boredom, I suppose," he said, removing his hat and leaning back. "In the past, people would have worshiped me if they saw me do magic. Now you want to know what else I can do."
"Sorry. It's just that we've all seen Harry Potter, and a bunch of other films so magic seems, mmmmmm, kind of common, I guess."
"That's sad," he sighed.
"How do we get out of this reality. I mean how can I take my magic back?"
"Well, you can die. I guess that's the fastest way. This place is a nightmare. You all put a damper over the planet so you couldn't really use magic, or know you were using it. You created an unnatural place in an unnatural universe. A violent one too. I mean look around. No one is making daisy chains, that's for sure."
"Did we have a plan?"
"Beats me. I didn't want to have anything to do with this place but you can see how well that worked out. I'm in films, books, and they're making a fortune off me in action figures."
"Are you Merlin?"
"Sometimes."
"My name's Kay."
"How do you do."
"Okay, I guess. How about you?"
He shrugged. "The old ways are disappearing. The things you set up are failing. You have become so overloaded with information and everything else, you're shorting out. But you just keep on making the same mistakes over and over. I'm okay too because I don't have to stay here. And you left backdoors, so that other entities could infiltrate your original set up. They have taken over key positions, that's why there's so much hatred and evil around nowadays. You weren't careful enough."
"We probably didn't know what we were doing," she said.
"That's a fact," he said, chuckling to himself. "Although I must say, you were all rather clever in the beginning. Then another species altered your DNA and you turned into what you are now and your life spans were shortened considerably. Do you have any snacks?"
She pulled a tiny sealed snak-pak of pretzels out of her jacket pocket and handed it to him.
"Thanks," he said, tearing it open. "You did get the food right, I'll give you that. Sadly, you didn't make sure everyone got some."
"What are we?"
"Sparks. Energy. Vibrations. That kind of thing. That's why you had to make this atmosphere, to hold you in place. You had to design gravity and all kinds of things or you would have just floated away, like you would if you left this planet. Well, I mean you'd be dead, you'd suffocate right away, but you'd still be floating around"
"What about cats?"
"The same thing would happen to them," he said.
"No. I mean what about them? What are they?"
"Tissue, bones, blood. Same as you, only nicer and prettier."
"Are they us, just in a different form?"
"Everything is us."
"I don't believe that."
"It doesn't matter what you believe. It' only thing that matters is what's true."
"I think cats are magic," she said.
"They are, but so are you."
"Cats are nicer than people."
"Everything is nicer than people."
"Yeah, I guess we can agree on that," she said, looking down. "So, you think someone screwed with us and that's what made us what we became?"
"Let's just say it didn't help. In the beginning there was one language but those others thought that gave you too much power so they divided you into groups and gave you each a new one, so you couldn't understand each other and work together to over throw them."
"That's still working today."
"Yes, it is."
"Are they still here?"
"They are."
"They are still manipulating us, aren't they," she said, knowing she was right.
He nodded.
"That sucks."
He nodded again. "I think you had a good idea when you started. Nice place to live, animals, trees, oceans and lakes, friendly people. But bad entities can't stand that kind of thing. Like those in political office now. They hate it when you're happy. It terrifies them that you'll realize all the power you have and go after them, or worse, ignore them."
"Can you take me with you when you leave?"
He smiled at her. "I can't. You aren't made for that in your current form."
"Change my form."
"I can't do that either."
"Can you at least take the cats and save them?"
"Same problem. This place is isolated, cut off from everything else. You can't leave. You can barely go into space around this old rock, let alone explore the universe or go into parallel ones."
"Please," she whispered. "Take the cats."
"I'm sorry," he said. "This will play out the way you allow it to."
"How can we change things?"
"You have to overcome your conditioning, your brainwashing and see things in a different light. A very difficult, almost impossible thing to do, for most. You can't even recognize your conditioning, let along change it. You have to work together to throw off the glamour you're under."
"Yeah," she said, taking a deep breath. "Not gonna happen."
"Listen to me," he said. "Your emotions were manipulated as well. They heightened your negative feelings, stopped you from seeing the good things, made you concentrate on the negative. You have been programmed to fail, to never have peace, to obey, to be uneducated, to be slaves and workers. This is not what you are, it's what you have been made to be. If you want to be free you have to undo yourself. You have to overcome. Overcome everything. It's a mass hypnosis and even if one or two of you can manage it, that will an amazing feat. You have physically and mentally been altered. But there is always one chance in a million that you can do it."
"Wow. Sounds like Star Trek," she said.
"One of my favorites shows," he said, smiling. "I have to go."
"Why?"
He held up his arm to show her he was fading away. "I can't stay in this place very long. Just remember that the people in charge, those who want you to trust them, are the ones you shouldn't trust."
"I really was impressed by your magic" she said.
"I know you were."
"I just didn't want to act like it."
"I know."
"It was really pretty cool."
"Thank you."
She nodded. "I'll try to wake up."
"Good. But know that you may be all alone in that and once they see that you're awake, they will come after you."
"They can try."
"I hope you make it."
"I'll wake others up as well."
He laughed. "A lot of us out there," he said, pointing up, "would love to see that happen."
"It was nice meeting you. Maybe you'll stop by again some time."
"It was nice meeting you too, Kay. And I'll do my best," he said, fading from view.
"HEY," she shouted, "DUMBLEDORE WAS A JERK!"
"He was," he whispered, and was gone.
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