It had been a week since the antidote had been given to Ezra. He was pretty much back to normal. Only a few brown hairs were on his back now.
His eyes, body, and proper voice were back, but he felt different. Being a Fyrnock had changed his view and strategie of everything. He realised how it was to truly be connected to the wild.
Ezra still had a very clear bite mark on his shoulder. Whenever he looked at it, he remembered what he'd gone through. The good and the bad. The crazy savage moments.
Being a Fyrnock.
Two years later (season 3)
Ezra stood in Sabine's room, looking at the prints on the wall. Crouching down, he pressed his own hand against the paw and realised how small it looked. He smiled a little and pressed his forehead on the wall. Hand still on the print.
A hiss of the door made him look over.
Sabine stood in the doorway. "What are you doing now Ez?" She asked with a smile.
"Remembering" Ezra replied as she crouched beside him.
"Seems like so long ago now, dosen't it?" Sabine said putting her hand on her own print.
"Yeah. Remember when painted the Phoenix symbol on my fur?"
"How could I forget? I honestly wanted to turn you into a creature of colour" Sabine smirked.
The boy rolled his eyes at that with a smile.
"C'mon. Hera sent me to get you. We're about to go to Lothal."
"Right."
Ezra followed Sabine out of the room. Knowing no matter what, he wouldn't forget the experience of:
'The Fyrnocks Curse.'
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The Fyrnocks curse
FanfictionWhen the Ghost crew go to the abandoned base that Fyrnocks infest, things go horribly wrong. When Ezra gets bitten by a Fyrnock, he begins to act, and turn in to one.
