Chapter One: Abducted

Moana swiped her sweaty forehead, breathless. "Woo! That was a close call."

"Close?! We were nearly decapitated, Moana!" Maui groaned. "Curly, sometimes I wonder if being the 'Chosen One' has gotten to your head."

His friend rolled her eyes, taking a swig of fresh water. It was pretty hot out here today. "I often wonder that about yourself."

"Hey!"

Maui's tattoo of himself pulled a scoreboard out of nowhere. Under Moana's name, he slashed a point. The tattoo of Moana clapped in support, and Moana and her double air high-fived.

The duo had just had a close call with a tribe of Menehue (creatures that looked like hairy dwarves and had a useful ability of speaking telepathically with other Menehue) when they had ran into them on an seemingly peaceful island. What Maui had said was true; they were almost decapitated when the little troll-like creatures had begun to throw rocks at them. Truth be told, it was all Maui's fault for insulting them and their looks. They had barely made it out of there alive, much less their heads still attached.

"So," said Moana, handing the canteen of water to the demigod, "where next? I feel like fighting something!"

"Of course you do, Princess, because that's the sweet, innocent person who you are," Maui retorted, ignoring the offer of water. "Though there are plenty of monsters out there waiting to be taken down by you, I think we should get back to Motunui."

Moana frowned. She loved being out here on another adventure. It had been about six months since she returned from the quest to return the heart of Te Fiti, and she was dying to sail again. This had gone by far too quickly. "Why?"

It was Maui's turn to roll his eyes. "In case you haven't noticed, Curly, you hit your leg pretty hard on that rock back there."

Oh, yes. Upon escaping the Menehue, Moana had gotten hit by a rock on her left leg. The exhilaration of the battle had made her not really notice the pain, but now, it was coming back. She winced as she shifted it.

"Well, I guess, but, Maui, it's fine. I can walk. I can fight. I don't need to go back to Motunui."

But Maui wasn't listening. He was already setting the course for Motunui. Though Moana was reluctant to admit it, Maui was an impressive wayfinder in her eyes. However, right now, the girl didn't think very highly of him.

She spent an hour trying to convince him otherwise, but Maui could be as stubborn as her. She yelled and insulted him. Attempted to secretly switch their course. Nothing worked. She was going back to Motunui whether she liked it or not.

Moana, defeated, sat on the side of their boat and sulked, drawing her oar in the waves. Why did Maui have to go and be all concerned all the sudden? She had gotten hurt before, but he had never made her go back to her village. She sucked in a breath and stared down at the ocean.

"He's wrong, you know," she told it. "Just because I have a little bruise doesn't mean I need to go back home."

She was a little surprised when the ocean formed its little head in response and shook its head. The ocean had barely shown itself in this form since she had returned to Motunui. But, then again, she had barely any time to visit the sea since going back, with everyone demanding her courageous tale of 'kidnapping' the fearsome demigod Maui and taking him to return the heart of Te Fiti.

"What?" said Moana in disbelief. "You also think I can't handle a rock hitting me?"

It shook its head again, this time more furiously. It jerked around so crazily that Moana was worried. "Ocean? What? What is it?"

The ocean freaked out even more. It seemed to be jolting up towards the sky… pointing at something… fearful…

Moana realized it too late. Sharp talons suddenly grabbed her waist and lifted her off her beloved boat. She screamed, pulling away and trying to get the beast to release her by hitting it with her oar, but it did nothing to stop it. She was being taken up into the skies by some monster bird.

"Maui!" she hollered, staring at the boat that was growing further and further away. "Maui!"

Maui had looked up when Moana had screamed. The demigod's face was contorted in shock and terror. "Moana!"

She barely had time to see him run to the other side of the boat, grab his magical hook, and shapeshift into a giant eagle. He was flying towards her desperately, claws outstretched to seize her back. But he was too slow. With a caw, her captor wrenched Moana into the clouds and Moana was alone again.

No matter how much fear flooded her heart, she wouldn't scream. She had to think her way out of this. Fight her way out of this. She had asked for a monster earlier, right? And here one was. Ready to be fought.

So Moana, gritting her teeth, began to fight.

This is my very first fanfiction story, and it took a lot of courage to post this. I hope you all like it. This is a really short chapter, but it's kind of just introducing the story.

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