Little People. Aliens come to Earth 75,000 years ago. (standard:science fiction, 13677 words)
Author: Oscar A Rat	Added: Jun 19 2020	Views/Reads: 1476/1079	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Based on a true story of an extinct civilization off New Zealand. It was carbon-dated as from 75,000 – 12,000 years ago and of small humanoids. All lizard names start with an “L". Humanoid males with “M" and females with “F".

A giant lizard resembling a Komodo dragon lay motionless. Hidden in the
shallows of a small river formed by moisture seeping from a volcanic 
mountain, the monster waited.  It hadn't eaten for a week, having slept 
for that length of time after its last meal.  Now it was hungry again.  
Becoming sluggish as evening came close, cooling the atmosphere. 
Submerged except for eyes and nose,  it waited for food to come to it. 

The lizard's eyes swung to a movement in the brush as a pig's snout
emerged, angry red eyes peering anxiously around for enemies.  Seeing 
none, the lean boar ventured warily from concealment.  Pausing for 
flight, it waited and watched until feeling safe before dashing to the 
water's edge and dipping its head to drink. 

Gliding slowly through the water, a silent and deadly arrow, the lizard
approached its prey.  Sensing danger, the pig turned to flee.  Too 
late, as massive jaws emerged and closed over its hindquarters.  
Squealing, the panicked porcine victim struggled to get loose.  The 
lizard lifted its head, picking the animal up.  Stunning its prey by 
slamming it to the ground, the monster proceeded to swallow it whole. 

Intent on its meal, the lizard ignored sounds around it as a half-dozen
three-foot-tall humanoid creatures ran up to confront the hungry 
monster. 

As the first flint-tipped spear pierced its hide, the huge lizard did
notice.  While four of the small humans shoved crude weapons into the 
monster and held it down with their weight, two others hit the reptile 
on the head with stone-tipped clubs. 

Strangely, the hunter died before its prey.  After the dragon ceased
moving, one of the humans bashed the still-suffering pig's skull in, as 
if as an afterthought. 

“Well, we have enough food for the next few days,”  Muiskal gasped,
breathing hard.  I'm getting too old for this crap, he thought. 

“Muiskal, you keep an eye out for more of them, old man.  The rest of
you, you too Fakilo, gather branches and make a sledge.  Mikaal should 
have enough wire to put it together.  We'll have to drag this thing 
back before dark,”  a female humanoid, named Feeky gave orders to the 
rest. “We've got to get moving before those damned giants find out we 
have fresh meat.” 

“And what are you going to be doing,”  Fakilo, the other female, asked
sarcastically, "while we're working our asses off?” 

“And a nice ass it is,” observed Mikkik, engaged in cutting branches for
a sledge. Mikkik was a handsome male, the tallest one there at 
three-feet-three-inches. 

“Shut up and get moving.” Feeky glared at Fakilo. “I'll be gathering mud
and leaves to stop the bleeding.  We don't want a blood trail the 
giants will find and have no time to bleed it out.  They'd know we have 
food and try to take it.” 

“Shit. I'll just stomp on the bastards,” Mikkik quipped, laughing, “or
Feeky here can swing her ass at them while we run.” 

Feeky ignored his jibe, going over to the drinking hole to collect
handfuls of mud and sticks to be plastered on and stuffed into the 
spear-holes then bind them with leaves and vines in an attempt to stop 
the flow. 

The diminutive cave-dwellers were soon on their way home, grunting and
groaning as they pulled a heavy load lying on a latticework sled formed 
from green branches .  Old Muiskal walked ahead, keeping a watch for 
the giant invaders, later to be known as Cro-Magnons. 

They -- the small people -- weren't native to the island off the coast
of New Zealand but descendants of the survivors of a crashed spaceship. 
 It had crash-landed in the waters offshore at least sixty-thousand 
years before.  The ship had floated for over forty-thousand years after 
that, anchored a hundred-yards from shore. 

Consisting of an advanced, by later human standards, closed-ecology and


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