A/N: Has it been this long since I updated. I am sorry, I just lost inspiration to this story. But here is a new chapter. Enjoy!
Chapter 3
Awakening
Tala could feel the magic as a burst of light eloped the sky. She knew deep in her bones that something wonderful was about to happen. As she knelt by the fire, it gave way to a form of a young woman with long black hair and blue eyes. The girl was surrounded by loved ones with a beautiful jewel at the center of her heart.
Tala watched as a battle commenced, with a demon who many legs and the girl firing at him. The demon with his last breath sent the girl into a portal, which led her to fall from the sky. The jewel separated from her heart and drifted into the sea. Only a name remained. 'Hina.'
"Mother!" Her son, Tai the chief of their small island burst into his mother's hut. Tala rolled her eyes at her son as she motioned him to set the girl on a vacant bed. She was soaking wet from the storm and shivering from the cold.
Tala motioned for her son to be silent as she tended to the girl's wounds. "This isn't the time for a thousand questions. The girl needs rest, I will send fort you when she has awakened." She went over to the fire, humming a sweet song as the girl fell into a fevered sleep.
"What a brave little one. So much death and sorrow, yet she will not remember what has befallen her. Poor girl…"
She groggily opened her eyes, the last she remembered was hitting the ocean waves. Now, she found herself in a small wooden hut with a cozy fire burning in its midst. Gingerly, she sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes with her hands. Then, the young girl took the time to scrutinize her surroundings. The wooden beams of this hut were aged, but blankets held against the bitter winds, and the smoke from the fire crept through the small cracks in the roof.
An old woman with long, gray hair hummed to herself as she ground herbs in the far corner of the room. When she turned around and saw that she was awake. She gave a warm, welcoming smile. "You've finally woken up, my child. That is good" she spoke. Her voice was aged and her intonation wise. Blinking, she returned a tentative smile. This woman must truly be kind to take a stranger into her home and care for her. "I am Tala, the spiritual leader of the village of Motunu. You have been asleep for three days. I may not know all of your story, but I am a very good listener."
She looked up at her, worlds could not express how she felt. She didn't remember anything after falling from the sky, not even a name. "I am grateful, Tala. But I do not even remember my own name…"
Tala smiled before lifting a blanket, revealing the sun shine outside and the sound of waves crashing into the sand. "He gave you one, my little Hina."
Hina? Is that my name? It feels so foreign, yet she remembered a voice so calm and serene, giving her that name. "You look lost, my child" she whispered "Perhaps here, in this humble village, you may find your place again."
Hina soon found herself moved to tears, this old woman's kindness overwhelmed her. "Tala, the Chief wishes to know about the girl." A warrior had entered the hut, and noticed the girl sobbing in the older woman's arms.
"Would you like to see the village?"
Hina wiped her tears away and gazed outside towards a small village of islanders working about their day. Slowly, cautiously, she placed her hand into Tala's and exited the hut to journey to the village below.