Finally, he has arrived. On his fiery canoe, he sails towards Motunui faster than any other canoe on the sea. He didn't come for the humans; he could care less about them.
He came to finish a fight that he had started.
A fight with the demigod of the wind and sea.
A fight with Maui.
Ever since the heart of Te Fiti was returned, life on Motunui was greater than ever before. Fish were plentiful. Crops grew healthily. Moana, at the age of seventeen, replaced her father as chief. Tui was still around though, to offer her advice, similar to an advisor. Maui decided to stay on the island in order to protect the village and Moana from the many dangers that lurked beyond the reef. And of course, to impress the villagers.
One day, however, the village elders, Moana, Tui, and Maui were having a meeting about building canoes and potentially establishing a navy. Out of the blue, Sina, Moana's mother, ran into the hut. Out of breath, she struggled just to speak.
"It is terrible. Terrible! You all must come. We don't know what to do. Moana, we need you, now more than ever."
Everyone got up on their feet and rushed to the beach, where the other villagers had gathered. What Moana saw, she almost could not believe. Just on the horizon lay a wave on fire. Fire so bright and so strong, that one could have mistaken it for a second sun. As each second passed, the wave grew in size. As with the rest of the village, Moana was left completely in shock and thoughtless, wondering what to do.
"So, he returns," she heard Maui say. "Ahi is back. I was wondering where he had run off to."
"Who's Ahi?" Tui asked.
"The demigod of fire," Maui replied. "The son of Pele. We've had many clashes for millennia, even before I stole the heart of Te Fiti. I obviously kicked his butt the last time, like always, but… I never thought he'd recover this quickly."
"So, how to we beat him?" Moana asked desperately.
You don't. I will." Maui said with determination.
Using his hook, he transformed into a hawk and flew towards the inferno.