One day a man enters the village. He is sick so he is brought to Queball. Queball battles with the man's disease for days, while usually he can cure everything within minutes, most problems within seconds. The battle with the disease nearly kills Queball. Alas, his hard work is for naught: the man dies in agony. The vilagers are shocked, for it has been years since Queball has lost a patient that wanted to live. People only died because they were dead before Queball was with them or of old age (and then only if they didn't want to live anymore). Was Queball losing his power?
In the folowing days people start ariving. People with the same symptoms as the man that died. Queball starts researching in ways to save them, for he can not save them with the powers he has under his command. He orders books from all over the country, most are send to him as soon as possible, for the country knows they need him to solve the disease. He reads, experiments and tries, but he can do no more than remove the pain from the victems.
One dark night, a powerfull thunderstorm arrives over the sea. Queball retreats to his study, lights a couple of candles and continues on his quest. *knock knock*. Queball looks up: "what kind of idiot would go out in this weather?". *knock knock*. As Queball opens the door he is nearly knocked down by the wind and rain. Ghastly weather out today. There is no one at the door. As he looks around to see what the reason is for the knocks he notices a book. It's bound in black leather. It lies in a shadow in the light from his door. As he picks it up, the shadow seems to come with the book, where it lay no shadow can be seen, but his hands seem to be in a shadow. He brings it in, curious. Somehow an unheimlich feeling creeps over him. He puts the book in a shelf and continues with the book he was reading. After a few pages he realises the current book isn't in his mind, but the strange black book is. What could it be? He stores his current book away and opens the black book. The book speaks about a powefull form of magic. A form of magic that can be used to change some things that harm into things that heal. Not wounds, only harming magic. The spells he reads get more and more complicated as he advances in the book.
The next day he starts experimenting on the sick. They are all to willing to be experimented upon, for while his subjects usually die as quickly as the other sick he removes pain from their deathbed.
His experiments do not go as he had hoped. While the spells from the black book slow the advancement a little, they also remove the effect of his pain removal. He abandons the book.
Months of research follow. He finds nothing.
Then his beloved wife Megan falls sick, with the same disease that has plagued the country. He knows she will die if he doesn't find anything. He removes her pain, but he can't do no more.
Queball doesn't sleep, he researches.
Queball doesn't eat, unless it's brought to his study.
After a long deathbed Megan dies. Queball is torn to pieces by the loss. After the funeral he starts reading in the black book again. That night he finds a new page in the book, one that couldn't have been there before. It describes a spell. A very complicated spell. A spell to bring back the dead. A spell to bring back his beloved Megan.
He starts working, the preparations taking days. He brings Megan's body to a cave near the sea, where he can work in peace. One night he succedes: she moves.
But the Megan that returns is not the megan he loved. Long nightly discussions will become impossible, for she seems to have a limited vocabulary. Her hands are no longer the hands of a healer, for she bites her patients. She repeats one word all over and over
Oops, I wrote a zombie story after all