A large, green field softly merging with the forest somewhere at horizon. Blue sky with rare white and fluffy clouds. Wind flows playing softly with the growing wheat, like invisible men running over the top of the crops, shaking them. Air is still cool and drops of morning dew were shining all over the field like small gems on the sun. Ulrich stood in the middle of the field, looking in to horizon, searching for something when suddenly strong rain fell from the clear sky and Ulrich begun to feel all wet and sun at same time was so hot, so that Ulrich could swear that under all that rain he begun to sweat. Am I dreaming? The realized thought broke the deep dream like a thunder. What a strange dream! A feeling of thirst was suddenly added to all the previous feeling. A strong ray of light stroke in to Ulrich eyes as he begun to turn to a side, still dreaming. The light was final step for Ulrich to awaken. Indeed he felt wet, heated and thirsty. What is going on? Without any real desire Ulrich slowly opened his eyes to find a blue sky above him and seagulls flying around, screaming as usually annoying and loud. What is this? Where am I? Ulrich raised his head to find himself lying on the beach. Still with sleepy mind, Ulrich took a seat to get a better view of the situation around him. The picture that opened to his eyes was terrible: shipwrecks, items and bodies were around him, some bodies were still in the water and sea waves were trying to drop them off ashore, along with other wreckage and stuff.

Observing the horrible picture, Ulrich could not gather his thought for some time, unable to concentrate on situation and trying to figure out if he was still asleep or not. Understanding that world around him and situation he currently is in are real, Ulrich tried to remember what was before this dreadful awakening.
Ulrich was sailing with his young square to Jerusalem. He was just accepted in to Templar Order as a knight of the Holy cross. Ulrich knew that he was accepted and promoted to a knight so quickly mostly due to actions of his noble father back in Germany, but he had a strong will to prove that he can achieve greatness by his own actions, without any help of his parents. Ulrich remembered several more knights sailing with him, yet he didn’t have a chance to speak with them all. Pilgrims were also everywhere on the ship, so it must have been overloaded. As last lights of sun disappeared over the horizon, Ulrich went to sleep, leaving his belongings close to him. That was the last memory.

We must have got in to the storm or ship simply fell apart from being overweight. And all my armor and weapons are at the bottom of the sea now, how convenient… wait! Where is Gustaf??? Ulrich quickly stood up, slightly wavering asides; his legs were somehow weak after the adventure he had survived. GUSTAF!!! Ulrich shouted as loud as he could, fussy looking around, trying to find his squire. There was no response except shouts of seagulls and sound of the sea.

After some time of venturing amongst the bodies and wreckage, Ulrich found a body of small boy, lay on the sand, down with his face, motionless. A dagger pierced Ulrich heart as he recognized the colors of boy’s coat-of-arms. Slowly Ulrich approached him, not wanting to believe his eyes. Unfortunately it was Gustaf, the God took him for some reason in the beginning of his life. Ulrich took a seat next to Gustaf’s body, staring on to the calm sea with sad and empty eyes, a small tear run down Ulrich face as he closed his face with his hands trying to imagine that this is not happening…