Broknar remembers his anger at being told that he was not allowed to kill more than half of the village's men, because the food they grew was needed. It seems ridiculous now. The humans had found champions for themselves. One was a magic user, and that was bad. The fire he spread around sent many of the lesser warriors fleeing, and no small number of them dying. but the other three, the warriors. They were stronger and better than any human in the area should be. And they had the badge of Ivansgrad. Eventually, Broknar was forced to flee as well.
Then, last night, the sky fell. Nine flaming stars burned across the sky, and one collided with the mountain by Broknar. The sound made his ears bleed and his eyes did not work for hours afterward from the brightness off it.
Now, mostly recovered from that, Broknar has discovered that his bad week is not over. The pieces of the falling star have set the forest on fire, and the mountain seems the only place to flee.