Delroy leaned on his shovelas almost impossible to grow anything here, even for the most fertile piece of land in his small village, so why bother trying. He stared at the heaps of snow he had shoveled out, in hopes of planting something. Then he saw it. A faint glint in the white. He trudged over to it, and saw two things. A book, and a necklace of sorts. The necklace was probobly worth quite a bit of money, but for some reason he didn't want to sell it. He reached down to touch it. As soon as his hand made contact, he shuddered, and his eyes rolled into his head. In a few moment's, he was normal. He shook off the incounter and wore the necklace, and picked up the book. It was written in a strange language, but as Delroy passed his hands over the words, they turned into normal words "Whoah..."
Over the past few days, Delroy had studied the wierd tome. It had turned out to be pages of a complex matrix for a spell. It apperently worked because force of a "Higher Divine powere shalt bestowe thee withe the powere to Smite." Delroy looked up from the book, finalluy studying it enough to know how to use it. Skeptical, he shouted "LIGHTNING!". Light burst from his hand and shattered a mug standing on a table. "... I could use this..."