You are a distant descendent of the House of Tudor who works as a pizza delivery guy, unware of your destiny and, most importantly, your past. Until one night, in one of your usual runs, Merlin the Wizard pops up in front of you, nearly causing you crash into a lamp post. 'What the hell?!', you say, horrified. 'I'm here to inform you are James Whitehouse's great-great-great-great....forever grandchild', Merlin responds solemnly. 'And that James bloke is... What? A comedian?'. Merlin rolls his eyes. 'James Whitehouse, a blacksmith from Surrey is one of King Henry VIII's many bastard offsprings. There's a reason why you are a ginger, boy', he winks.

You tell Merlin to stop taking the piss at you, and take off the ridiculous gown as you turn on your motorbike to carry on and deliver that salami pizza that is getting cold by the minute. The wizard then breaks the ugly truth to you: 'If you don't look into your past then you will be vanish from existence tomorrow midnight. Mary Stuart's ghost has summoned my nemesis Morgana and they both are making some extreme dark magic to kill the first Tudor and you know what it means for the rest of your kin, even if some of you deserve it! Luckily for you, I've set up some questions for you to answer by checking some documents. Do it before tomorrow midnight, and you will save your family. Is that clear?' You are in shock but resolve to believe Merlin's words anyway. When you look up to ask some further questions, he had already disappeared.