The Slightly Hectic Adventures Of A Hawaiian Volcano Goddess

Our Story Begins

-Quick author note-
Thanks for reading! This is my first story, I hope you like it. It's about Pele, the biggest, baddest bitch in Hawaiian mythology. Like I said in the description, there will be no flying vaginas (I know I'm disappointing many, and I apologize from the bottom of my heart), but there will be some added gayness that the original myths were severely lacking. Again, hope you have fun!~~~

When Pelehonuamele was brought into the world, she screeched at the top of her lungs, louder than any child in the history of Tahiti. The rain battered their straw roof, a small fire burning in the pit providing the only light on that dark night. The air smelled of smoke, ash. Even the stars seemed to burn more brightly. It was the perfect setting for the birth of a deity.

Many months later, the magic of her birth had worn off, replaced with the reality of parenthood.

"Haumea. The child. It cries. Again," her father's large chest slowly sank as he sighed. Mosquito bites terrorized every inch of his body; he'd just returned from a long trip, and his only wish was to lie on the bedding his wife had arranged for them, and let sleep overpower him.

The child in question seemed to have other plans.

"I realize the child is crying, Kane. The child is always crying, Kane," Haumea muttered, clearly annoyed. She rose from their bedding, closing the distance between her and her youngest. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders, skin shining in the glow of the moonlight that crept through the entryway. A mass of sleeping children surrounded her, each deep in slumber. But a mother never truly sleeps.

"Shhhh, little fire, be calm now," she hummed quietly to soothe the baby, gently rocking her back and forth.

"The others cried, but not like this one," she quietly called over her shoulder to her husband, chuckling. Already the girl was opinionated, even before she had developed the ability to speak. They would need to give her a strong name to befit her strong personality.

Perhaps they would name her Kaleolani. It certainly suited her, Haumea thought wryly. But now was not the time to think of names. Haumea and Kane had years before that would be an issue.

The child calmed eventually, allowing her honey brown eyes to hide between a flush of long eyelashes. Her small voice quieted to the low murmur that babies always make, and her breathing slowed. Haumea knew sleep had stolen her. She set her down gently on the ground, making sure to set her away from the other children. The young mother placed a gentle kiss on her child's forehead before retiring to her husband's arms

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