Welcome, again, to my revision of Raging Storm. Not sure how the previous story I was working on disappeared, but it did. So this is my way of finding out where I left on in my editing. I'll be posting the few chapters that are complete within today and tomorrow. The rest will follow soon hopefully. I was reminded that I need to get my butt moving when it comes to working on this thanks to a nice review on my other story. I certainly didn't mean to make people wait so long. Well, I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Moana. All belong to Disney and the story's creators. I only own Lahela.
- Shadowmoon
Prologue
Throughout the long history of the world, there has always been one constant. Change. Life constantly changed. Land constantly shifted. Humans constantly adapted. For Lahela though, change was hardly worth noticing. For a goddess, time was a relative thing. It had been centuries since she last watched over the humans; actively caring about the world as they saw it. From her eyes, there was little point in continuing to watch over them. They remained with or without her presence. Despite all that was thrown at those mortal beings, they kept going. It was clear to her that protection and divine assistance was not needed. It is why that role was left to others.
That is not to say she had no interaction with them… But she had different preferences. Preferences such as testing their will and strength. Great storms raged against islands, blowing through vegetation and leaving a trail of destruction within human civilizations. This devastation left simply for her own enjoyment. Power was to be used, and her power was recognized as a destructive force. The Goddess of Storms was not one to be worshipped, only feared when it came to humans. Over time though, less and less recognized her name. Respect was few and far between. It was only through the whispered recognition from elders that Lahela was known at all. When terrible storms passed through, the elders would often mention her name, reminding the younger generation to appease her to gain good weather; a practice that had long since been deserted by the goddess.
Just as expected though, things changed. The meager attention she gave the humans turned into a disregard. That disregard led to the passive route Lahela lived by; hearing her followers but never replying.
This shift in behavior did not go unnoticed. Humans questioned why things changed but no answer was ever received. Only she knew why.
As time passed, Lahela found a new routine for herself. Despite her distance, much of her time was spent walking amongst them, watching over the islands, but always keeping just out of sight. Whether it was curiosity or restlessness that pulled her towards the islands, she never asked. She was content with wandering. It didn't last forever though. Eventually, something else drew in her attention, something she just couldn't bring herself to ignore.
Lingered in the back of her mind was the fate of Te Fiti. In no time at all, tales of Maui's actions and the consequences that followed spread. With the demigod nowhere to be found to right his mistakes, Lahela lingered nearby. The occasional watch over Te Ka soon became a new duty to her. She could not step too far away for fear of the darkness that was looming over the world. While others gave the looming consequences little though, Lahela chose to focus on it. Consequences brought on by Maui though he was nowhere to be seen.
A passive life didn't mean she didn't dwell on things. She couldn't help but dwell on what had happened. Thoughts settled in her mind, turning to spite for the demigod, a spite that was released on others. The ocean was one that received her aggression. The heart of Te Fiti was lost, most likely at the bottom of the ocean, and the ocean was doing nothing. How could anyone be expected to get Maui to return Te Fiti's heart if neither could be reached. It was why she often voiced her dislike of the ocean, enjoying the blame the ocean received often when she unleashed storms over it, causing havoc for the humans.
To the world, Lahela was an observer. That would soon be changing though. Humans were not the only ones changing and adapting. Everything gives in to time eventually.