Merlin didn't know if he dared hope. Somebody had watched his channel! And stayed through the whole programme! Others had done that before, but they never came back. So he was still stuck. Would this person be the same, or would Merlin finally have a chance at freedom? Of course, there was nothing Merlin could do about it now. His programme was over, and he was trapped in the blank room.
Merlin felt a torrent of emotions raging inside him- fear, anger, frustration, impatience, despair, depression, and just a tiny bit of hope. And while he'd used his magic recently, he hadn't done anything really big, so the power within him cried for release. He did what he always did in situations like this: he let it all out.
Dark, ominous storm clouds loomed over Merlin, hovering just below the ceiling. With a flick of his hand and a few strange words, it began to rain. Not little droplets but heavy sheets, a torrential downpour of everything Merlin had been keeping inside. Lightning crashed and thunder rolled. The smell of electricity and smoke filled the air, as well as another, more pleasant scent: petrichor. Merlin was soaked, and he considered casting a spell to dry himself, but then stopped. He remembered that feeling the wet and the cold was part of the release.
Then a thought occurred to him. Checking to see that his programme would not be on for several hours still, Merlin created a bathtub and began to fill it with hot water. Not cold, not scalding, but just right. Merlin was glad he still had his magic. He didn't know how he'd survive without it. As he lay in the hot water, Merlin wondered what was happening on his channel, channel 5. The initial viewer was still watching, so there must be something going on. Merlin only hoped this person would be able to help him. But that was a problem for a few hours from now. Merlin sank into the water and, just for a while, let his troubles melt away.
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