“I made a Fire Crystal!” The apprentice held up a faintly glowing orang-red stone.
“Why?” The wizard asked. This was not the response she was hoping for.
“Fire is useful. It gives warmth, light, and comfort.”
“And it also causes pain, injury and ruin, my young apprentice.”
“Should I not have?”
“Remember that artifacts are not the same as spells. They exist separate from your will, and can be used outside your control. You made a tool, but in another person’s hands, that is a weapon.” He pushed up the sleeve of his robe to show her his scars.

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