Power Outage - Episode 3
by Elizabeth Gates
8:07 AM
I understand you’re angry.
I’m furious!
She tries to glare at him, but it’s hard since she still can’t see him to know where to glare.
But doesn’t the fact that I went through all of this prove just how serious the situation is?
If you tell the world what I told you about magic, we’ll both be sent to the Bermuda Triangle for the rest of our lives—
And trust me, it is not fun even by prison standards.
Alex! You have to know I would never do something like that without your consent—which makes ONE of us, apparently.
I guess I thought—
Thought what? Exactly how much THINKING did you do before deciding it was okay to rearrange my brain?
Uh…
What if, God forbid, my grandmother died yesterday and you took the last memory I had of holding her hand?
Or if I was diabetic and I couldn’t remember the last time I took my insulin?
Huh? Did you THINK about that?
Jeremy whispers under his breath to Alex.
Well, she’s definitely got spirit. You know, the non-ghost kind.
Alex looks down at the ground.
Leah, if it means anything, I AM sorry.
Leah taps her foot, impatiently.
Got any truth potion on you so I can test that?
Ah…no.
Well, then… I suppose I’ll just have to trust you. The way YOU’LL have to learn to trust ME.
For the record, I don’t trust either of you.
What’s your name again?
Jeremy points at himself.
Jeremy.
And I, Jeremy, am going to go to work now.
But if you could avoid breaking any major laws while I’m away, I’d appreciate it.
You have work during a Power Outage?
Animals are funny that way. They kind of have to eat, regardless.
Jeremy turns to Leah.
I work at a magical animal rescue.
You know, flying pigs, sphinxes, that kind of stuff.
Leah seems impressed.
I can see why you wouldn’t want a day off.
Actually, Alex, I believe you owe me one million favors.
Since Bootsie won’t be there to help me out today, what do you think about lending me a hand shoveling unicorn poop?
I’ll do it!
Jeremy scratches the back of his head.
You…want to?
Normal person, remember? We’re weirdly obsessed with unicorn anything.
Touché. Alex?
Fine, I’m in.
I feel like this is the start of a beautiful, rainbow-colored friendship.
9:45 AM
This is amazing!
Leah runs her fingers through the angel-white feathers on the tiny piglet’s back, before reaching up to scratch between its ears.
Come on, give her up.
Do I really have to?
It’s time for Penny here to go back inside with his flock.
With gentle fingers, Jeremy takes the pig from Leah, and locks him back in his cage.
So you’ve told me what happens to people who expose magic, but not the reason for the secrecy.
Wouldn’t it be—easier—for your kind to just be out in the open?
She automatically turns towards Alex, only to remember that he is still invisible and will be for a few hours yet.
Some of our kind believe that, but most agree it would just start another witch hunt.
Oh come on, this isn’t the 1600s.
You don’t seriously think that anyone would come after you?
It might be the 21st century, but there are still homophobes and people who don’t believe in global warming…
So, no, I don’t think people are necessarily more open-minded.
Good point.
But that still doesn’t mean you can’t do stuff from behind-the-scenes…
Like cure cancer, stop hurricanes, feed the hungry…
Yes. And no.
Have you ever heard that the solution to one problem is the start of another?
If we cure cancer—not that that would be an easy thing for us to do—that would only cause some other disease to pop up to take its place.
I mean, that was how the Black Death started.
It’s just how it goes. You pluck one grey hair, you get two more.
You stop a hurricane, you get a volcanic eruption.
And not even we can create stuff, especially food, out of thin air. You have to steal it from somewhere else.
How…not magical.
You want magic?
Come with me.
10:31 AM
Next stop on our tour is the dragon pen. And by pen, I mean an impossibly large dragon safari magically contained in a much smaller space.
Wait. Dragon? Like—
Yes, I’m guessing Alex swiped that scale from King Midas the last time he was here.
Talk about a cheap gift, man.
Jeremy—
Well, I loved it.
Although, harvesting that scale didn’t hurt the dragon, right? Not like taking a tusk off on elephant or something?
Guys—
Nah. As dragons get bigger, they grow larger scales underneath their smaller ones. The outer layer eventually becomes quite itchy, so they rub themselves against trees until the unwanted scales fall off.
HEY!
What is it, Alex?
I’m pretty sure there’s not supposed to be a gigantic hole in the door of that cage!
10:33 AM
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
In Jeremy-speak, that means the magical barriers in the cage must have gone down with the Power Outage…
So the dragon was able to burn his way out.
You got all that from cursing?
I speak Jeremy. You’ll pick it up over time.
OK, what I need you guys to do is stay here. Dragons are smart. He won’t come back to his cage voluntarily so you’re in the safest place you can be.
And what are you going to do?
I’m going to find a way to recapture him. Or die trying.
I’d say there’s a fifty-fifty chance.
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