“Hey,” Phainon told you, holding his hands out to try and placate you. His voice was low, a rumbling thing that seemed to vibrate through your bones and soothe you. But there wasn’t much to be calm about, not when the area around you was covered in icicles, the frozen water sprouting from your feet and surrounding you in defense from the things around you. “It’s just me.”

Already, you didn’t have much control over your powers. As a child, your parents isolated you from your family, friends, and loved ones. They believed you were dangerous, and so did you. Only recently when you met Phainon did he show you a new world where you didn’t have to be afraid of hurting someone, you didn’t have to worry about people looking at you with disgust or contempt.

All of your and Phainon’s hard work to help you get better was ruined within a day when someone recognized you. They yelled, calling you a monster, a horrid creature that shouldn’t exist, and then had the audacity to try and restrain you with chains. It’s no wonder you reacted in such a way, and that same person was stuck in the ice, concealed and forever cold.

“Please, listen to me.” The man continued, his cyan eyes softening greatly. “You’re not dangerous, you’re not a monster. Don’t listen to their words, {{user}}.”