Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

==Journal Entry 295==

Avery decided it was time, grabbed her gear, grabbed most of us and charged for the sun church.  She said she had a vision.  She was very clear, no casualties.  Well, they were not happy to see us, that's for sure.  We walk in, look over the place.  In a room full of paladins, clerics and priests, Avery walks right up into the pulpit, tosses out the head priest, knocks over the podium, lights up like a holy beacon and declares that it's time for a change.  That girl has some fucking balls.  They aren't having any of this and try firing off their holy lasers and smites.  It's not happening.  They're all shocked.  Avery starts laying down the laws as written and how it's time to start following them again, to do as they preach.  Anyone that tried getting close gets burned.  Even us.  They were forced to listen or leave.  About a quarter of them left with their iconography burned off and from what I picked up, they were going to the peace and love church to enlist.  The rest were inspired, entranced by what she was doing.  She went on for 4 hours.  She's still going on!  I don't know how to handle this.  Yesterday she was just Avery, a close friend, a sister, who keeps reading my journal behind my back and who I have playful fights with when we're bored.  Now suddenly it's like she's becoming some kind of divine figure.  How does anyone deal with this?