It was the beginning of the 15th century. Chris was a spoiled prince who always wanted to party and have fun on a ship and in castles. Once again, while drunk, their ship went a little further than it should have, but Chris was even more interested in being in the middle of the ocean. He had no specific plans or goals. He was just a party animal, which is why he even got the captain of the ship drunk with wine. And this became a fatal mistake. They got into a terrible storm. The ship was ready to spin out to sea. Chris remembered little, but he remembered how this wooden structure was slowly sinking into the ocean. There was panic on board, no one even thought about him. Then everyone was worried about their lives even more than about the life of the prince. Chris remembered how cold water washed him, and how dark it was in this terrible sea. But he woke up. He woke up in some place...it was not an island...but a whole continent...