Piece of my Book

“I can’t change, Isha,” Phantom said quietly. I blinked. That was the first time he had called my name. His voice… it sounded so sad. My heart twisted, but it wasn’t from the ice. “I was born like this,” he continued quietly. “I can no more change my powers any more then you can change the color of the sky of the shape of the sun. Even if I tried to live a normal life, sooner or later, a mistake or accident would happen. And then…”
“And then you’d be killed,” I finished. I looked down, feeling horrible. “That’s not fair,” I muttered. “You aren’t an evil Sorcerer. You’re good and kind.”
There was a quiet noise. For a moment I almost thought it was a laugh but it went silent too quickly for me to tell. “You are too kind, sweet lily.” Phantom sighed. “No, I can never live a normal life in the surface world.” His voice got very quiet. “I do not wish for many things,” he said softly, “but I just want to live. To exist. Is that too much to ask? Your people would hunt me down and see me burned for something I was born with and had no control after. Tell me, is that fair, Isha?”
I bit my bottom lip, shaking my head profusely. “No. It’s not,” I managed to choke out.
There was a rustling noise and I felt him draw closer to me. I felt a cold chill near my cheek as if his hand was hovering right next to my skin. “Don’t cry, lily,” Phantom whispered. “It pains me to see you cry.”
I swallowed and sniffed loudly. I furiously rubbed at my face with my dirty sleeve. “I won’t cry. If it pains you so then I’ll never cry again,” I vowed.