Sixth Sense: Fear (5)

Ezra tried to move out of the way, but his limbs now served as cuffs that held him down, the very body parts that enabled movement now making the act impossible.

He could do nothing as Morrigan's finger came in contact with his forehead.

In that instant, he felt something, his limbs were healing at a very impressive rate, faster than any healing potion than he had ever seen. His fatigue, the pain, and the weariness of his body were gone.

With it, a burning desire in him grew, the desire to win this fight against Morrigan.

He was ready to get onto his feet and jump towards Morrigan, but then his desire to fight was eaten up as easily as created.

Fear.

He felt a sense of unease towards Morrigan, one that gripped tightly at him and wanted to make him give up right there and now.

But as he opened his mouth, no sounds came out, he felt for his neck, breathing a sigh of relief once he realized that it was still okay.