A lone man hiking through the mountains finds a strange artifact that grants him the power of a god .

Picking it up had been his first mistake. 
 
 His second mistake had been googling the damn thing. 
 
 He had n't even made it back to the hostel before they'd grabbed him. Not speaking the language very well meant a lot of their chatter went over his head, but he was pretty sure he caught the word `` prophecy'' somewhere along the way. They were certainly insistent in herding him into the small stone building where he now stood. There likely would have been more freaking out on his part if his high was n't only now just fading. 
 
 He still felt a bit... charged was maybe the best word. Like he was bracing for a shock of static electricity that never came. It left him tense and wondering how his relaxing vacation had turned into a Dan Brown novel. 
 
 He'd probably feel better if the odd little carving that he'd found was n't so firmly embedded in his palm. 
 
 God, he was tired. 
 
 Looking around, he noticed that there were markings on a table near the back of the room. He'd heard them close and bar the door behind him. Maybe if he played along this would all work itself out? So he slid his hand along the table, finding the ridges and indentations, fitting his palm into the grooves that seemed made to accommodate both his flesh and its resident carving. 
 
 At first, there was only warm stone. Then, well, it was like being lit up from the inside out. The charge that had tingled along his skin shot inward, sparking up his spine and into his brain. 
 
 Oh. 
 
 OH WOW 
 
 He could n't help but smile. Definitely more Neil Gaiman than Dan Brown. He turned back to the door with glee. This was going to be *awesome*.
