Okay, so a quick note, this story takes place a thousand years before Moana.
Disclaimer: I do not own Moana.
Aue Aue
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Maui had been drifting over the bright blue ocean for what felt like years.
Nothing on his mind but the sun on his back and the wind in his feathers.
It was nice, in a lazy sort of way.
And nice was good. At least when you are a human. But that was the one thing Maui was not. And so the only thing Maui found on the nice, lazy flight was boredom. And Maui did not like boredom. It ate at him, putting a weird itch in his wings and a heavy feeling in his belly.
The demi-god attempted to ignore the uncomfortable sensation for as long as possible, but patience had never really been his thing. That was more Te Fiti's territory, and Maui didn't feel the need to go stepping on a more powerful deities' toes.
He'd done that once, when he was considerably younger, and notably stupider. Te Fiti had grounded him for that, confiscating his hook and forcing him to do chores. A full decade without any shape shifting powers and having to make plants grow, now that was boring.
It was a completely unfair punishment, if you asked him, and just thinking about it left a nasty taste in his mouth. Nothing was ever worth loosing his hook.
That pesky itch of boredom grew the longer he flew. He couldn't say how long he'd been drifting without any sign of land, and it had been even longer since he saw any human's.
With that thought in mind, Maui dipped towards the sea, delighting in the winds and tasting the magic in the water.
He dipped one wing into the sea as he turned, circling higher and higher until he could summon a few clouds in the clear blue sky.
He transformed midair, landing lightly on the fluffy white blanket. He peeked back down to the still mirrored surface of the deep blue ocean and smirked. This was the perfect spot for a bit of his personal touch.
He stuck his hook in the fluff covering his legs before pulling up a handful of the wispy material, testing it's pull. With a satisfied hum he set to work weaving a nice sturdy rope out of the soft particles.
Once done he tied one end to his hook, wrapping the other end around his hand for leverage he crouched on the edge of his self made precipice. He scanned the waters with a sharp eye, looking beyond the surface and looking for the perfect spot on the ocean floor. He took aim and cast his hook, his huge muscles flexing impressively and he was momentarily distracted by the fact that there was no one around to admire them.
After a few moments he felt a small tremor travel up the cloud-rope and knew he'd caught something. Magic coursed through his veins and he could see it light up the rope, pulsing down into the depths of the sea until he could see his hook start to glow even from so far away.
With his magic flowing through the hook and into the ocean floor he began to pull. It was slow work, hand over hand, magic steadily flowing from him into his hook and forcing the earth to take shape.
Hours passed, the sun sinking below the horizon and then bursting back into the sky before Maui was finally satisfied with the new land he had pulled from the ocean.
He dropped the cloud rope, causing it to dash across the waves circling the island and bursting into a gentle white foam that bubbled with every beat against the shore.
Maui hardly paid it any mind as he went to retrieve his hook, his bare feet treading easily over the slippery rocks.
He followed the pull of the hook's magic towards the center of the island. He brushed aside a veil of seaweed hanging over a cave opening and sauntered inside. The cave was spacious, and deep and his hook was not inside.
Frowning in irritation, Maui walked to the very center of the cave where a beam of sunlight was playing across the cave floor, and looked up.
There was his hook. Somehow it had gotten stuck in some sort of hole in the ceiling, a ceiling so incredibly high there was no way for Maui to reach it from inside the cave, not without being able to shape shift.
Huffing out an annoyed puff of air, Maui retraced his steps and started climbing the large rocks making up the walls of the cave.
It wasn't the tallest of mountains, and Maui more bounded up it then walked. A quick look at his hook and he could tell the island wasn't going to just let it go without a fight.
He padded a circle around the hole, eyeing it suspiciously before finally finding the perfect spot. He braced his feet apart and took a firm grip on the hook, then he heaved.
He grunted and huffed and wheezed and whimpered (although if ever asked he will deny any but the grunting.) Then with a mighty 'crack' the island gave in and Maui and his hook went tumbling down the side of the cave and right back into the ocean.
Grumbling Maui burst out of the water and stomped back onto the island, slamming his hook into the ground and shaking his wet mane out of his face as he glared around the island.
After a few moments of glaring at nothing Maui deflated, his breath whooshing out and scattering a few loose pebbles over the shore.
It wasn't much to look at, just large chunks of rock sticking out of the middle of the ocean, slowly drying in the sun and covered with dark green seaweed.
The seaweed was an easy fix, if it didn't wither away on it's own he could simply scrape it all back into the ocean easy enough.
And while the island wasn't very big it would look quite a bit better with a few plants scattered about and maybe some birds or small mammals.
His thoughts were derailed by a familiar sound drifting across the water. Maui's breath caught in his throat and his heart skipped a beat. He strained his ears to hear and, yes. Yes! He knew those sounds.
Humans.
Completely forgetting about his unfinished island, Maui leapt into the air and in seconds his form shimmered and a huge hawk burst through the scattered clouds and began winging towards the enchanting call.
So, the next chapter we will see the love interest, so that should be fun.
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