Clarity's Doom (Ancient Origins Book 1) by C.L. Scholey Read Free Book Online Page B

human, but there was something more.
    “What is this place, this planet?”
    “Your planet and this one are similar I’ve learned, except we never experienced an ice age. Or a meteor never landed. Your kind speculates what Earth might look like today if those things never occurred. We, my people and I, live it.”
    Clarity’s mind was in a somersault. Languages developed over time, why not here? Of course speech would find a way, people needed to communicate. She urged Doom to continue.
    “Your Earth is a tumultuous planet of natural and manmade disasters I’m told by some. We have no climate issues. No global warming. I’ve never in my life felt our planet shake except in a certain place, but it’s a natural occurrence. I’ve traveled far across the globe and have never seen a mountain filled with burning liquid. Our ocean waves behave. We experience all four seasons, and all four are extreme but many creatures migrate. Many creatures on this planet are dangerous. Many mammals. Many of the beasts are dinosaurs, many different breeds.”
    “Dinosaurs,” she whispered and wondered how many he was talking about and what kind. The single word dinosaur was a broad scope. Her heart began to pound. “There were dinosaurs walking erect, like a human but strange. They sounded like they were calling me. Whistles, hand gestures were used.”
    “Neandersauri. Long ago the different species on this planet fought for dominance. Including humanoid types. From evolution each humanoid form fought for supremacy, evolving, changing to survive. A walking relative to my people were Neanderthals. Our cousins were larger boned, bigger everywhere. There were certain dinosaurs that continued to evolve. They were thinking creatures. Their brains were larger, smart. Somehow they evolved and created man-dinosaur hybrids. Accident or not the changes gave them an edge and they began to evolve faster.
    “A species that can manipulate its bones—the ones appearing on its outward skeletal structure and the one within—by dislocating the outer bones when necessary. It gives the hybrid advantages: making weapons, fire, cooking, the sheer strength and muscle mass in battle. Its outer structure keeps the internal one safe. The hybrid species almost destroyed my people. They don’t like the mixture of them and us, and will not breed with us, nor us with them, it would be impossible. They are as smart, but stronger. At one time, their goal was to annihilate my people. If we are gone, they rule the planet. They almost succeeded. I’m surprised they tried to interact with you. Normally they leave humans alone until…. Well normally, they leave humans alone.”
    “Do you communicate with them?”
    “Their leader, he calls himself DaV-nin, leads all of his kind.” Clarity shuddered at the name, his tone was guttural, animalistic, almost a growl. Clarity could understand a Neanderthal being named but a dinosaur with a name, calling itself by name, was unconventional and too strange.
    “DaV-nin,” she whispered.
    “DaV-nin,” he repeated, rolling the words in a growl. “Their number is many and growing. Far outnumbering my own kind. We understand each other well enough. They use little words, mostly whistles and hand gestures, grunts and growls. They adapt to any weather, heat, cold, rain. And they make use of skins and furs as do my people. I’m uncertain where they live, or what their home structures are, but I think they dwell deep within caves. Dinosaur and man. When they need to they switch to the use of the bones which will aid their environment necessities best.”
    “So they wear clothes. Like the Neanderthal their flat nose and added mucus warms cold air, so maybe they don’t migrate. The feather fur is a bit of a surprise, must be the dinosaur aspect. They think, problem solve. Brilliant, really.” Clarity sat pondering; the scientist in her couldn’t help but be impressed.
    “Deadly, more so.” His tone again suggested an