The Slightly Hectic Adventures Of A Hawaiian Volcano Goddess

Fish,skinks and rashes

The young babe grew quickly into a little girl. Or, according to her mother, a little menace. She giggled loudly at her own misbehaviors, mirth lighting her face at her family member's many misfortunes. Often her siblings found themselves mercilessly haunted by her twisted sense of humor, the subjects of endless pranks. She mixed herbs into Namaka's food to sicken her. She rubbed the *rash making plant all over Kamohoali'i as he slept. Each of her six older siblings had a multitude of stories to tell, each of them having angered her at one point. The young girl let her temper roam free, raining her wrath down on any and all who annoyed her.

(*poison ivy)

Although, at the tender age of four, her wrath was none too threatening.

By the time she reached five, Haumea knew the perfect name for her troubled tot. She was gifted the name Pelehonuamea, but her brother, Kamohoali'i shortened it to Pele almost immediately.

After her naming, Kamohoali'i decided to take her under his wing. She was the most entertaining of his sisters. He showed her the ocean, constellations, and taught her the uses of every plant. He introduced her to his sharks, each of which accepted her as an extension of their master. Kamohoali'i and Pele formed a close friendship, which lasted them many years.

Often times he tried to discourage her from taunting their other siblings. Often times he failed.

Almost every day he led her to the ocean, knowing she'd get distracted on her own. She was at that age when everything seemed filled with wonder. On one such day, her demanding character leapt into action once more.

"Kamo," she said, calling him by a name he would never allow anyone else call him, "why do we do this so often? The sea is so dull. Why don't we find more of that rash making plants, or put fish skins in Namaka's clothing again?" Pele smirked, remembering how Namaka looked as she threw a fish skin about, yelling at everyone, trying to figure out who placed it on her cloths.

"I know one of you did it!" she screamed at her terrified siblings, eyes frantically jumping from child to child, "Just... just tell me which one of you did this, or you'll all suffer," she begged, flinging the fish corpse left and right. Pele would never forget that moment. She would also never forget Namaka's revenge.

Snapping back to reality, Pele twirled her fishing spear in the air, nearly hitting her big brother in the process.

"Because we must eat little fire. Mother has just had another child, another mouth to feed. Would you prefer to be picking berries with Namaka and the other young children?" he smiled down at his favorite sister, who was shuddering at the image of spending an entire day with their least favorite sister.

"No. Definitely not. I'm just saying, wouldn't it be more fun if we just messed with them? Just a little bit?" Pele pleaded. Her spear dragged on the ground behind her, creating a path in the grass. Small bugs scurried away from them as the marched on. Kamohoa smiled slightly at her antics, watching in amusement as she stabbed the ground in annoyance.

"We can mess with them when we are sure everyone will eat tonight," Kamohoa took her hand, urging her to walk quickly. "You will never learn. Don't you remember the retaliation that follows each trick you play?"  he glanced up at the sun, judging how much time they would need to fish against how much time they would have. Perhaps he would ask his sharks for a little help.

"Come now, little fire. There's much to be done today."

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