Hello hello! I watched Moana the day it came out and it was beautiful! The songs and the animation and the plot and everything was just AMAZING! I've been wanting to write something on it for a while but never had any good ideas until NOW :D ! This is going to be a legit story with research so I sound like I know what I'm talking about and character development and maybe (hopefully) more than five chapters!

Oh, and Maui will be in this story as well. He comes in later on, but he's a big part of this story. Also, in case you missed the warning in the description, this story does have blood and injuries and will deal with more serious matters later on.

I'm so excited! Drop a comment on what you think please and enjoy! :D

"I win again!" Moana cheered as she landed on the hot sand and spun around to face her friends. She grinned with pride as the other boat nudged the shore and Hiapo and Haylle, twins from her tribe, climbed onto the land.

"It really wasn't a fair race," Hiapo decided, dragging his canoe further up the shore, "what with you being BFFs with the ocean and all." Hiapo was the oldest teenager in the village and easily the most attractive boy on the island (according to Moana, anyways). He was tall and muscular with wavy hair that fell just past his earlobes and the deepest green eyes. Moana could stare at him for hours (not that she hasn't already). Across his shoulder blades was a familiar pattern drawn across the sails of the canoes. He had wanted it since he first saw the giant ships peek out of the waterfall a year earlier.

"You're just grumpy because you lost," Haylle teased, running her hands through her ocean knotted hair. Along the way, their canoe had hit a wave and she was thrown off. She herself was fine, but her hair suffered twists and clumps that would take hours to untangle. As she walked across the sand, she mumbled about wanting to cut her hair. Ever since she was young, she's wanted to cut her hair and keep it just above her shoulders, but her mother strictly refused. Haylle's hair was naturally straight, a rare sight in the village, and her mother cherished it.

She and her brother were very similar in looks and personality. They were even built a bit the same as Moana realized when they were twelve and Haylle was showing curves in her biceps. Haylle often helped fish with her father when they were growing up as well, something Moana used to envy her for. Of course, things are different now that beyond the reef isn't all that frightening anymore.

"I just can't believe you're skipping out on your responsibilities to go island hunting," Hiapo muttered, turning to watch Moana drag her canoe out of the water.

"I'm not skipping out! I just really wanted to get back out on the water. You know I haven't been out of that village in three days, Hiapo," Moana whined.

"Oh, I had no idea being chieftess of an entire tribe was such hard work. Being the boss of everything, everyone listening to you… It must really be hard." Hiapo placed a hand over his heart in mock sympathy.

Moana rolled her eyes. "I'll have you know, it is really hard. I guess I just have a way of making things look easy." She smirked and walked up the beach to meet Haylle. Hiapo watched her go with a smile before following close behind.

"So Moana," Haylle began as they walked through the jungle, ducking under branches and stepping over roots, "haven't seen much of Maui lately. You guys still besties?"

Moana chuckled and pushed a vine out of the way. "Yeah, I guess so. He's probably off partying with other demigods or something, I don't know. He doesn't have to be around all the time, you know."

"Well yeah, but when you returned from your journey last year, it seemed he was around every other day. Whenever you led the first voyage, he was there. When you were crowned chieftess, he was there. And now… It's like he's just vanished."

Moana frowned and glanced briefly over her shoulder at her friend before looking straight once more. Truthfully, she wondered whether they were still friends herself. It had been a few months since she'd seen him. Maybe he forgot about her? Got caught up in having his hook back and discovering new people to meet? She shook the thoughts from her head. You don't just forget someone who saved your life, it just doesn't happen.

"Oh, wow," Hiapo gasped, stopping suddenly and causing the girls to run into his back. Moana stood on her tiptoes and peeked around his shoulder.

"What, what is it?" Haylle asked impatiently. Hiapo stepped to the side and Moana stumbled forward. Her heart skipped a beat at the devastating scenery before them.

"Oh my gods," Haylle whispered.

A large, deep trench separated them from a scorched landscape filled with blackened grass and mucky skies. Skinny trunks dotted the ground weakly, their bodies just barely holding up. A heavy smell of smoke burned the teens' lungs and the silence that engulfed them was deafening. It was as though all of the wildlife they had heard or seen during the walk just completely vanished the second they broke through the canopy of trees.

Moana took a step forward and her foot sunk into the warm soil inside the trench. She pulled back immediately and swallowed back her fear. "What could've done this?" she asked softly, almost to herself.

"Looks like Maui is back at it," Haylle whistled, kicking a pebble into the trench.

"No," Moana snapped, her eyes narrowing, "he wouldn't do that again. This is something completely different."

"Help!" a voice shouted in the distance. The teens' eyes squinted at a stumbling blob in the horizon, arm waving frantically while something spilled off his body. As he got closer, Moana stomach rose to her throat. Hiapo felt faint. Haylle turned to the side and gagged a bit.

The owner of the voice was a boy, no younger than thirteen, with dirt scrubbed across his pale skin and his clothes torn. He had cuts and bruises across his face and skin that was revealed to the air, and the boy was clutching his shoulder tightly. However, that's not what made the teens sick.

The lack of limbs on the boy is what made the teens nauseous. The boy's hand was wrapped around the nub of his shoulder of blood seeped through the spaces between his fingers and splashed across the gray earth. Blood stained his pants as well as he limped across the scorched terrain. Hiapo gently pushed the girls behind him as the boy approached the other side of the trench.

"Please, I need help," the boy begged, tears freely flowing down his cheeks.

"Who are you?" Hiapo demanded.

"Hiapo," Moana warned, nudging the boy with her elbow, "he looks like he's about to die and you're asking for his name?"

"He could be dangerous."

"Oh yeah, he really looks like he's capable of murder right now."

Hiapo rolled his eyes and glared at the boy. "Tell us who you are and we'll help you."

"My name is Kauai and I live here. Well, I did, until everything burned before my eyes. Please, please help me. I beg of you."

Hiapo and Haylle looked at Moana, who pushed past Hiapo and stood at the edge of the trench. She raised her chin and met the boy's wide, scared eyes. With a nod, she stated, "Come with us and I promise you'll be okay."