This is the story of one tragic man, though he is not human as we may know it. For our story takes place some time around 50,000-40,000 BCE in a historical fantasy Upper Paleolithic. Our hero is not an adaptable and creative Homo Saipens like us, nor is he a sturdy and strong Neanderthal, he's not even a mysterious newfound Denisovan. For our hero in spite of being a grown man, a father, and a linchpin of his small community only stands at three feet tall. Because he is a Homo Floresiensis, a member of the tiny and broad footed hominids that evolved from Homo Erectus on the island of Flores.

When a tropical storm whips our hero from his island home of dragons and diminutive elephants he must cling to life aboard a mat of floating debris until ocean currents deposit him on the coasts of ice age peninsular Japan. There he must adapt to a new world of stronger, smarter, and faster hominids along with the primordial wild gods that stalk the earth and their magic powers.