Moana stretched her limbs. Thankfully, she hadn't fallen asleep yet. She felt tired, but she knew time wasn't on her side. She already had gotten pushed off course thanks to a storm when she needed to navigate the stars the other night. Thankfully the two flowers she already possessed were safe and dry in her compartment below. She lost half a day's journey to the goddesses' island. It had already nearly been a week since she woke up from her vision. Thankfully, the ocean had been helping her make good time. But now was the critical part. She needed to find a way for the goddesses to give up their flower, then return to Te Fiti and find a way to heal Maui with them. Her thoughts came to a halt once the sun rose and she could see the island she was searching for. With a quick measurement, she found she would be there before nightfall. Tightening her sail Moana headed straight towards her destination, a knot growing in her stomach.

'I hope they will see reason.'

…

Maui slowly drew himself into the realm of consciousness. A gentle lullaby was being sung. It was warm and full of comfort. He was swaddled in a blanket as words came to him.

"My sons, I have nothing I can give.

But this chance that you may live.

I pray we'll meet again,

If He will deliver us."

He soon felt himself rocking gently until he was surrounded by stillness and light. He could hear the lapping of water. Then he heard a young voice.

"Mama, is there nothing else we can do?"

"Sadly, my dear, we can't. You saw the guards. Your brothers have only this one chance in these baskets. Hopefully, our God will guide them to safe places until it is time for them to come back to us."

Maui cracked open his eyes to see a worn but gentle face. She had dark hair and warm, brown eyes. Like Moana's. But they showed him the tenderness that only a mother would have. The kind he saw Sina give Moana. But these eyes were looking at him. And tears were gently cascading her long cheeks.

'Mother?'

He felt his body being laid into a basket of reeds. He clung to his mother's finger as she hummed.

"Hush now, my babies.

Be still, loves, don't cry.

Sleep as you're rocked by the stream.

Sleep and remember,

My last lullaby.

So I'll be with you

When you dream."

Without pause, she kissed his head and gently hid him away in the dark.

'Mother!'

The next moment Maui felt himself begin to fall backward. When he landed, he looked around and saw he was back in the cave of his island. The one of exile and isolation for about 1,000 years. He ran to the entrance only to find the boulder still blocking it. He pushed and pushed and pushed. But the damn thing wouldn't budge. And what was worse, water was rapidly seeping in.

…

The villagers of Motonui all looked on with interest. A new canoe had just come past the reef with a young man that approached them with determination and respect as he sought the village elders. A short meeting later, his inquiries were made and he came out with the elders to address the people. The Elder Chief of the council spoke first.

"People of Motonui, as you know, our young chief Moana came two days ago and abruptly left to aid the demigod Maui." There was a murmur of the crowd as everyone acknowledged the last two days. The Chief rose his hand to hush his audience.

"And while we will pray for her safe return, there is a matter that needs to be addressed. I will leave it to our esteemed guest to explain." The young man took a step forward. The girls giggled quietly at this handsome man that took to the stage.

"People of Motonui, it is an honor to be among you. I am Kanan of Tanna. I have just come from your sister island, Maikai. Since Moana had to leave her duties for her cause, I have volunteered with your Chief Tui's blessing to come here to take her place in seeking what it is that your island requires. I also come bearing an important message from your chief in terms of Moana's upcoming coronation."

…...

Moana finally made it. She hopped off her canoe onto the sand. For once, she was glad to be on land. She would never give up voyaging as long as she could help it. But the direness of Maui's situation gave her little time to enjoy any of the islands. And that storm she had to navigate through after getting the flowers from Motonui didn't help at all.

Moana observed her surroundings as she planned her next course of action. The sandy beach was rather small. The trees almost hovered over the ocean. But thinking on this gave Moana a good idea. She knew she would have to leave quickly once she had the final flower. Finding a sturdy young tree closest to the ocean, she dragged her canoe so that it was half in the water and half on the sand. She then tied the strong knot Maui had taught her all those years ago and made her way inland.

The island was lush with fruit and vegetation. But as hungry as Moana was, she refused to touch the fruit. She had no idea if they were under a spell or if eating these would cause undue fury by the owners that she sought. The sun was due to set soon, she didn't have long before she had to head out again. As the soft grass gave way to smooth rock Moana slowly began to look for what may be considered a home for the goddesses. Some time passed before she saw a cave going into a volcano. With cautious steps, she made her way into the darkness. As she walked on, she began to hear voices.

Dear sister, why do you hover over the flower? Your beauty is already unmatched a calm, soothing voice spoke.

Because, dear sister, I must maintain my beauty so that when some wretched mortal tries to compare herself to mine, I will prove her wrong a melodious voice snapped back.

'Pele,' thought Moana. Te Fiti wasn't kidding. She was hot tempered. How would Moana be able to get the flower?

As Moana pondered she noticed that Pele began to sing. And as she stepped slowly around the corner she saw a golden glow that soon showed everything in the cave. There was a giant pool of shimmering water. In this pool, a pale woman of great beauty lounged in tranquility as her shimmering golden locks floated in the water. She had a calming aura about her in a pale blue light. Moana could feel herself relax in her presence.

She then saw a woman of even greater beauty standing over a small table. On its center was the golden flower in a simple vase. But as she watched Moana saw how it glowed brightly as Pele sang her song. Watching carefully, while trying to remain out of sight, Moana saw the fire goddess was beautifully aged to the prime of all women. But as the flower glowed, her appearance changed. Her already vibrant red hair looked like it was on fire. Her hands that were marked by her use of fire and stone had all marks faded back to perfectly smooth skin. Her natural beauty began to shift as a youthful softness came across her face. But to Moana's eyes, they didn't look right.

Looking back at her sister Moana noticed that Hine was also the aged to look the prime of all women. And yet, she allowed to retain her natural beauty rather than use the golden flower to change anything. Returning her attention to the fire goddess, Moana listened to the song carefully, memorizing each and every word. As the song ended, Moana saw the fire goddess seem calmer. Seeing what she hoped was her opportunity, Moana formed a plan. Taking care to remain out of sight, she backtracked a few feet so that she would appear that she just arrived. Then carefully, she made louder steps as she called out.

"Hello? Is anyone here? I am seeking an audience with the great goddesses, Pele and Hine!"