Sundas, 6th of HearFire 3E 419
Lantrius woke up in the middle of a forest on his back, slightly dazed and confused. It was dark, stars and two full moons dimly light the area. Only the sound of crickets, frogs, and the soft roll of a nearby stream were heard. Sitting up, a sudden burning and very painful sensation lingered in his left shoulder and abdomen and his head hurt like hell. He cast a light orb for a better view of his surroundings.
He was mildly surprised he was able to cast it, but couldn't really remember. "W- what? Where.. Skyrim?" he looked around. Pushing it aside he had slight struggle to stand but managed. A spotted a small trail of blood to his position and winced upon touching his pains, revealing bloody and oozing wounds and decently sized goose egg on his head. Everything was a blur on what had happened. Vague glimpses of screaming, fire blazing everywhere, death, and fleeing. He'd begin to sob softly. He was unsure why but the feeling of regret, guilt, pain, and sadness was too overwhelming.
A horse neighed nearby. It was alone and no person in sight. He wiped his tears away and inspected it further. A dim, but growing light with the sound of a mob was approaching. He took this as a cue to get out of sight quick and saddled the horse, riding off to safety. Two places kept popping into his mind: Windhelm and Morrowind. It'd take some time for him to find a small town before getting some quick medical attention and directions to Windhelm.
During the journey he'd read the only item on him which was a diary of sorts. It contained a sad story of a kid named Lantrius Trovicci who he can't help but think of himself as he read the small book. He shook the uneasiness off and decided to ponder on it later until he's reached his final destination.