It all began with a child.
The child was a little boy, such a sweet little boy with bright blue eyes and an angelic smile.
The child lived in a small village with his lonely mother, bitter at the death of her daughter who was a stillborn. She vented her frustrations at anyone who dare come near. She loved her son dearly and vowed to protect him and love him until the end of time. He was after all, all she had left in the world.

Helena was the village idiot. She spoke nonsense and was isolated throughout the village.
She grew attached to the sweet little boy who she believed to be a gift from God. He was not affected by the villagers opinion of Helena and considered her a friend.
Due to lack of medical science and cleanliness at the time the boy grew ill. Doctors alike attempted to save the boy but his illness only got worse as time progressed.
The child died in his sleep.
The villagers mourned the death of the boy and grew angry. They believed it was Helena who had caused the child's death as he had been in contact with her, when this rumour spread to his mother she wanted revenge.
This sweet child was all she had in the world and she plotted to murder Helena in her anger and grief.
Many villagers supported the child's mother and a grizzly plan was formed to burn Helena alive.
Whilst Helena slept soundly in her bed the villagers lit a match and threw onto Helena's home. They watched in satisfaction as the house lit with flame and Helena died.
But what they didn't know was that Helena had known all long about the plot to kill her, and she in return had also planned revenge on them for their betrayal.
She cursed the village that night, she sent upon them a plague. A plague which would kill with just a sneeze. A plague which would cause the victims to die in agony and make them suffer like she had in the burning house.
THE PLAGUE BEGAN....