You're a travelling merchant hailing from a town far out in the east, completely the opposite of where you are right now quite actually.
Westward you travel in order to reach your goal
A twist of fate seem to sever your call with each role
A reflection becomes you each pass you take
One thing can't afford and that is a mistake
You ride your carriage through the mountains of the Siera, wary of the things that you might encounter... the sluggish yet strong orcs, the greedy goblins, hungry predators seeking you as a snack but the worst of all monsters, your co-humans, especially the rogues and bandits sighted in the area.
You travel through the mountains, maneuvering the rocky terrain with ease thanks to your experience with travelling a lot.
"Some perks of being a merchant." You say out loud to nobody in particular. "Yeah, nobody travels with a merchant. Not even mercenaries these days." You sigh and contemplate your life choices.
Suddenly your horses pick up speed, dragging you along with them.
"What in blazes!" You exclaim as the horses make a sharp turn left, sending some of your goods out of the cart and worse, you were also sent out of the cart.
As you were being pulled by gravity, you saw one of your wares. A small hand mirror an late old woman gave to you before her small village was blown to smithereens. You saw your reflection and it all went black.
A few hours later you find yourself looking up at the sky.
You try moving your arms or legs but no avail, you couldn't move a muscle, it was almost as if, you were an inanimate object...
Suddenly you hear pebbles falling and something or someone was approaching...