The following is a (very) short story I wrote as part of the world building for a game idea that is on the back burner right now.
The people of the village began to notice strange things happening around Artemis. They were frightened and confused. They liked Artemis, but what she was doing was hurting the community. No one felt safe anymore and what is the community for but the safety of its members. Artemis had to be stopped for the greater good.
The three strongest men in the village were chosen to go confront her and ask her to leave. Or make her, the people didn’t really care as long as they could feel safe again once it was resolved. Luc was among the three chosen, he felt this shouldn’t be happening but he had no choice. He couldn’t go against the wishes of everyone…could he?
Eventually he submitted like he always did and went to talk to Artemis about leaving. He tried to be calm and sympathetic when she refused, not wanting to leave her home but the others were not so patient and began shouting and threatening. One of them struck Artemis hard across the shoulder with a small club and she cried out in pain as her left shoulder was knocked painfully out of socket. Luc spun quickly and gave a quick kick to the kneecap of the attacker, shattering it and making the would be opponent collapse to the ground. The other man had the presence of mind to back out of Luc’s range and grab a spear from a nearby townsperson. Not willing to get close enough to inflict any heavy damage, the frightened man circled Luc and jabbed weakly scratching Luc over and over. Artemis made it to her feet and tried to help Luc with a few small jets of flame but the pain in her left arm made it difficult to aim. Luc began to slow down as he bled out of his small wounds and began to receive even more as he tired. Getting desperate Luc gathered a hand full of dirt and tossed it into his opponents eyes. Blinded his foe dropped the spear and Luc was able to get it and impale its former wielder. The crowd split inbetween fleeing for their lives and rushing Artemis and the clearly ensorceled Luc. Desperate, Artemis reached into the power stored in the crystals, the power in herself, and all of the warmth in everything around her. The air grew very cold as a rush of air moved from all directions towards Artemis. She could feel herself going numb as she fought to shape this enormous amount of energy she had drawn into herself. Eventually she lost her hold and there was an explosive force as warmth suddenly returned to the world. As the world faded from view her last vision was of the village she’d fought to be allowed to stay in burning to the ground.