Mahalo [Marco the Phoenix Fanfiction]

1 Dance of the Fallen.

"Alekaneka"
Hearing such a filthy man say my name made my mouth taste like bile.
Alekaneka. My name meant protector of man, yet I am not even strong enough to protect myself, let alone another human being. I should have just been named named unfortunate, or fragile. Those have would been more fitting.
I am an Aluh. A dancer, a festival dancer. Not a fighter no warrior blood in my veins, yet here I am caught up in the aftermath of a battle. I am considered prisoner now. 
The sound of clunking against the floor boards had made its self well known. With each step the noise had begun to grow louder and louder. I attempt to use my remaining strength to push myself up and try to reply to my name. The palms of my calloused hands began to sweat profusely. My strength had diminished over the past month in this dark cell. When I tried to push my upper body up, my scrawny limbs had begun to shake as more of my dead weight was placed onto them.
I need to reply. If I don't then I will be punished. I don't know how much more neglect my body can with stand til I drop dead. unforgivably, my body had failed me causing me to be dropped to the splintering floorboards. I had finally broke. I could feel the warm salt water begin to rim my scratchy eyes. I pressed my face into the floorboards in attempt to hide my weak side. Never have I thought that I'd be taken a prisoner. I am starving, beaten, broken, and degraded to nothing more than a reminder to these uniformed soldiers of their active orders. I have become nothing more than trash to these men. At this point I have lost it all my home, my strength, and Hope.
I felt the area of wood around my face begin to soak in salt water from my silent sobs.
I am tortured. So tortured. It hurts, everything hurts. Unlucky, undeserving, unfortunate.
A stinging pain made itself recognizable as I felt my head be yanked up by my hair. I was now eye to eye with Him, the Vice admiral assigned to my interrogation. He was younger, somewhat gentle in touch, but extremely rude.
I heard a grunt escape his lips as if he had hated the job he was given, abusing me. "You're not dead yet are you?" He was rough yet concern was laced into his voice. It wasn't until now that he had realized that I was actually crying. The man's mouth gaped in awe. His grip loosened and lowered my head slowly to the floor.
Of the many hours I've spent here, in this damned cell, I've never cried once, not until now. I feel so broken. So destroyed. I am not the woman I thought I was. I was once, not long ago, the head Aluh dancer for every festival, celebration, event, etc. that has taken place on my home land of the Parrotfish cluster. The cluster was a beautiful kingdom adorned of tropical plants, such as my favorite flower the bird of paradise. We have many  Mountains and  rivers, "Fairy" Pools & Forests. That was the Parrotfish cluster islands. The island that worshiped the God of love. My people loved and looked towards the god Luanos for not only love but for prosperity and good fortune. That was until my land was over taken by the world government.

Parrotfish island is looked over by an admiral who goes by the name of Poi. The man sets out to achieve absolute justice. He's a harsh man, young, blood thirsty, and brutal. It just so happens that the Man keeping me captive is Admiral Poi's son Harvin.

My body trembled. What will the do to me? My body shook in fear. What has he done to my people? I wept. I wept for the people who lost their lives trying to protect their home land. I wept for my not so bright future and predictable death. I wept for the mountains, the forests, rivers, and fields that have been destroyed from the over whelming power of the black hearted marines. I wept for the fire that was slowly dying in my heart...

The air was dense in this compound. I felt sick. A heavy sigh followed by a light "tsk" echoed around me.
"Look, I don't want to hurt you, I get that it's not your fault that your land got caught up in this war, but understand that you and your people are a threat to the rest of the world. For not cooperating with our interrogations."
My eyes glazed over. These people. This army is the epitome of utter destruction. Watching him linger over my fallen frame sparked something inside me. The thoughts of having nothing else to lose fueled me and my Witt made me feel a false strength.
"I told you before, I have no idea what this thing is you're talking about. I'm the main Aluh dancer. You destroyed the festival of love. A festival I worked so hard for. The most important dance of the festival. To give Mahalo to the beings that look over this island and its people. You stopped it before I could finish and now you have made the gods look down upon us in aguish. My people are peaceful. My culture is loving we have done you no harm yet you sit here looking as tall and mighty as you can for setting my peaceful hometown into flames. Now lies Ashe in the once beautiful forests the birds no homes the lizards no food. The rivers you have poisoned with the blood of my Ohana. AND HERE YOU SIT. Feeling so accomplished with destroying a paradise so sweet. You have ripped everything from me, but still you are unsatisfied with my answers to your questions. You starve me and beat me. I am so weary and tired I don't have the strength to be scared or to even continue with anything physically. I am a dancer nothing more than a girl doing what was intended for her to do..." I sighed when I was finished with my final words. My throat was so inflamed it hurt to even finish my sentence. My crying eyes ceased. I lifted my chin high and gently closed my eyelids. I said what was needed to be said on behalf of not only my people but myself. I sat there anxiously waiting for my punishment. I spoke out of turn so I get hurt. That's how it worked here. I stayed in the same position for what seemed like minutes but nothing happened.
To my surprise I heard a faint gasp. In a swift movement, a soft hand brushed hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear.
"What have I done..." His words were more of a statement rather than a question. I could see the reality crash into him drowning him in realization. "I'm so sorry miss." The words surprised my whole being.
I gazed up into his brown irises.
"It's not too late to make things right." I said in a shaky hushed voice.
His eyes grew the size of saucers and a determined face greeted me back. with a slight nod his body moved on its own freeing me of my chains. A slight smile tugged at my lips. I was over the moon about my freedom being granted. I was pulled back to reality by his hushed tone.
"From what I know a distress call was sent across the world by one of your locals and a certain ship is on its way to liberate the island. They wish to protect this place under their name. They should be here any day now. When they come they'll protect you. Okay?" I nodded trying to still comprehend what was just said to me. I was still shaken by his change of heart.
"Mahalo..." I bowed respectfully. I the continued "it means thank you."
"Don't thank me yet, we still don't know when the Pirates will be here to liberate." As if  on cue a canon explosion  was heard along with screaming of the  word "pirates" but to be precise the screaming was saying: "white beard pirates."
I pulled myself up finding new strength from the adrenaline that began to pump through my veins. I turned to the man next to me.
"Thank you for coming to your senses." I said to the man. He nodded in reply. I took one deep breath in and brought my hands together in a prayer.
"Who you praying to?"
I continued my hand motions and replied with my eyes still closed. " to anyone who'll listen at this point"
He chuckled.
"Follow me" He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me to my feet. I had to lean on him to stay up. We slowly took steps as he guided us through the compound. After what felt like ages, I finally saw it. The blinding light of day. I couldn't control myself. I was over ecstatic to see the warm sun and feel the tropical breeze on my face. I was so happy. That was until I saw it. The remains of my village. I squinted looking up the mountain side where the flames still rages in a wild fire. I felt a pang in my heart as sadness flooded in. This is why I have to leave. I reminded myself. I have to find the Pirates.
"well I'm afraid this is where we depart." It was a bitter sweet moment this man who was destroying my will to live granted me the most powerful thing in existence, Hope. He pulled me out of a trance yet again. "Run to one of those pirate groups. Actually he corrected himself run to that one." I followed my vision to where he was pointing. There in a cluster of pirates was a man wearing white cook garb. Some of his hair was down and some was pinned up out of his face.
"Run to him him and tell him who you are and what happened. Good luck to you. No words can be used to describe home sorry I am for this happening. It was an order from the uppers. Which I now regret having to follow through with." I nodded at his sincerity.
"What about your father the Admiral? What will happen to you?" I questioned in a state of worry.
"Hell if I know what the old man does to me. What I know is that I'll attempt to free as many who are still prisoners as I can."
I nodded my head. He smiled and scurried off to a different compound. I turned back to the man point out to me earlier and be fan to run. I ran as fast as my bruised body could carry me. I must have gotten their attention because they turned to my running form puzzled.
Today I will live for those of my people who died that night. I kept telling myself.
The man in white garb called the other men. He sheathed his weapons. Twin blades. His form began to jog to my slowing one. I was out of breath.
He approached me.
"Lads are you alright." He asked in concern. I nodded no as my body began to tremble from the lack of strength. He rushed over just as I was going to collapse onto the ground. "Come with me now." He bent down and my body was lifted up into his arms bridal style. I closed my eyes as I hugged from my exhaustion. I kept my eyes closed as I attempted to recover at least a little bit.
It seemed like we walked for hours until I heard him call out to others. I couldn't make out what they were saying as I was so focused on recovering strength.
"Oi Thatch being here up here, we've got nurses ready." At that I opened my eyes and realized we were in fact on a ship.
"Welcome to the Moby dick Lass" He mumbled to me as he brought me to the center of the deck where nurses where waiting for us.
"Mahalo" I quietly said. He glanced down at me, surprised at my words.
"It means thankyou." He nodded.
"It's nothing lass."
"It's everything to me. You have no idea." I weakly smiled at him. Thankyou who ever listened to my prayers.
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End of Chapter 1.
Aloha gang! I am Lady Funk! I am a senior in high school! I'm a huuuuge OP fan. My love is Marco so what's better than to write a fanfic about him. So some places in this story are actually based on Hawaii. (I'm on a cruise around the island right now...haha) Also the main character's name is actually my Hawaiian name and a later character is my best friend's Hawaiian name. So a lil note: Aluh is just my version of Hula dancing. Also IF YOU EVER GET THE CHANCE TO GO TO A LUAU GO!!! They are so much fun. Anywho leave me some input, like and comment! Thankyou so much gang! Mahalo actually does mean Thankyou in Hawaiian. So there you go! Love you~ Aloha Mahalo~~~~ Lady Funk out!~