Yay new story in section! I don't know if anyone will read this but it is the story that I wanted to tell, so there is that. I chose Moana's husband to be an original character mainly because I didn't really want to mess with the Maui and Moana friendship by having them together. Here's the brief profile that I threw together for him!

Kilo:

Age: Three years older than Moana

Personality: Strong and silent type, laid back, rather serious but easy to laugh once you get to know him, introverted and often caught daydreaming

Likes: amateur stargazer/astronomer,

Looks: gets all the females in the village staring at him - handsome. While his brother is tall and lanky, he's shorter and muscular.

Enjoy and please let me know what you think!

Moana found herself staring out at the horizon where the sky met the sea. The wind blew her hair from her face. The sky a brilliant light blue with streaks of purple and gold as the sun set. Her eyes trained on her two children splashing in the shallow part of the ocean. A small smile on her lips before staring out back in the water.

"Mommy look what kind of shell I found!" called the young girl running to her. In her hands a shell with streaks of pink on a creamy surface.

"It's very pretty honey," she said, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her to sit in her lap, "can you tell me what those colors are?"

"Pink, white, and ye-oh," she said triumphantly, pleased to pronounce her colors correctly.

"It's yellow," said Moana with a grin pointing to the color in the shell. "You'll get it right along with all the other colors. Do you want to sit with me Tala?"

The young girl, Tala, nodded content in Moana's lap. Her son had noticed them sitting together and dragged himself to shore not wanting to be left out. Silently he watched the waves placing himself on her right side. Their shadows long as the sun was starting to set along the horizon line.

"Mommy are you sad?" he asked, his brown eyes looking up at her. Kids were naturally perspective, thought Moana as she rubbed his head getting the sand out.

"Yes Makoa mommy is sad," she said, holding Tala closer to her. "I miss your daddy a lot."

"Todays the day he died isn't it? You were sad on this day last year too."

Last year was the hardest since that was the first year he was gone. She didn't make it a secret that she was sad and Makoa knew. He was going to be eleven this year and it was hard to keep stuff from him.

"It is but you know what, I don't think your daddy would want me or any of us to be sad. He was a very happy person that didn't like seeing someone upset. I just miss him a lot and on this day I think of him even more than usual."

"I miss him too. Can you tell us a story about him?" asked Makoa.

"Of course, hmm well have I told you about how I met your dad?" She glanced down at them as they looked liked they were thinking hard about all the stories they knew.

"Maybe?" said Makoa slowly. Tala shaking her head no, her black curls rapidly bouncing.

"Well then that'll be the story I tell you. If you remember your dad's name is Kilo," said Moana pausing and grinned remembering how funny that was. "And on his island it means the daydreamer or the one who always observes the stars. And your dad loved to look at the stars. So the day we met your uncle Pika was celebrating his engagement to your aunt Kalea and it was at twilight."

Makoa nodded his head seeing where this was going. Twilight was when it started to get dark after all. That was when the stars started to shine dim and got brighter as the night turned black.

"And he wasn't there," said Moana. "Everyone was expecting him to make this big speech congratulating them and welcoming me and my father. Not only was he late but when he did come he was bright red having fallen asleep on a raft in the lagoon waiting for the stars to come out. He comes half dressed and not even a bit embarrassed with a serious look on his face, strides up and makes his speech to Kalea and Pika. Then turns to me and your grandpa to present us with what was supposed to be a necklace of flowers and instead gives us a necklace of shells."

Makoa laughed as Tala giggled softly in her lap reaching out for her necklace.

"Are these it mommy?" asked Tala holding some of them in her small palm. The multicolored shells and sea glass seemed to sparkle.

Moana nodded, "they are and one day you'll have them." She put a finger on her nose making the four year old laugh.

She could only remember it was quite the site at the time. To witness that. When they see his side of the family (which isn't often) the story is retold. They had actually gotten married a year later.

"Dad wasn't embarrassed easily was he?" asked Makoa. "He was pretty fearless."

"He was," agreed Moana. "I remember looking at him and thought he was the oldest because of how much bigger he is to your uncle but that wasn't the case. And you are starting to look exactly like him, my handsome little boy."

Okay so she was teasing him grinning and messing with his hair. The ten year old got flustered at the compliment looking down at the sand. A small scowl and smile on his face at the same time as if it was possible.

"Can you tell us a story about how you met Maui? And met Te'Feti." Makoa abruptly changed the topic to something else on his mind. "Have you seen him since then?"

"Now that one I could tell you. I have seen him a few times since then and he was there when you were born. Not much since then though because I am chief."

"Mommy tell the story," said Tala, blinking her big eyes at her.

"Now when I met him I had the heart of Tei Feti," she said as the sun sank behind the waves. Grinning, she watched a bird soaring to them and the rustle in the breeze looking up at the stars.