Page 10 of Alien Barbarian's Little Human

Meanwhile, the third new Drokan, a man with one horn broken off and bluish skin, notices me for the first time. He quickly draws back on his bow, pointing the deadly arrow right at me.

“Gog, beware! A strange being is behind you.”

Gog steps to the side, putting himself between me and the arrow.

“She is no stranger. This is Micah. She…came from the falling star.”

“Impossible,” Talfa snaps. “If that is what she told you, she lies.”

Gog bristles, seeming to grow larger.

“Micah does not lie. I will show you the ‘shooting star’ so that you might see for yourself.”

“Perhaps that will be most enlightening,” Talfa says. “The sun has nearly set. We should leave immediately.”

The female Drokan still eyes me with suspicion.

“I do not like this. She is neither Drokan nor Skuyr. What is she?”

“I can speak for myself.”

I step out from behind Gog, placing a restraining palm on his forearm before he can object.

“I’m a member of a sapient species from planet earth. We call ourselves humans.”

She sniffs.

“Humans? Are you all hornless and…small?”

“Yes. Compared to you I suppose we are small.”

She grunts.

“I see. What is Planet Earth?”

I open my mouth, and then close it.

“That would take some time to explain. I’d rather do it to your village as a whole so I only have to go over it once.”

Her brows arch over her eyes.

“That is both wise and logical. I can be patient as stone. I am called Reor.”

“Nice to meet you, Reor. I’m Micah, in case you don't remember.”

“My memory is not so short,” she replies.

“Yes, we Drokan have very long memories,” Talfa says, staring right at Gog. What the Hell did he do? He seems like such a nice guy.

The worst part of it all is, he just stands there and takes their bad attitude. He only got uppity when they threatened me. It’s like he thinks he deserves their abuse and suspicion. What if he does?

No, I can't believe that. No matter what he may or may not have done, it can’t be that terrible.

The other Drokan fill up their canteens at the oasis before we depart. They walk fast, stretching out their long legs. It’s a struggle to keep up. I repeatedly fall behind and they have to wait for me.

“Your shooting star woman is slowing us down greatly,” Talfa says. “The moons are already high in the sky.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, but nobody seems to hear me.

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