Kingi

A harmonic breeze sifted through the free sand, searching in a childlike manor. A boy lay asleep on the brazen dunes disturbing the winds flow. He stirred as the first wave of sand flew up his nose. He sat up with a sneeze and his blurred vision came into focus. The sun shone before him in a sunset arc of flowing rays disappearing behind the vast landscape of the blue non-visible world.

Kingi! A shriek sounds over the empty sand dunes.

Kingi sighed and peeled his gaze of the blue life form of tangaroa to his sister.

Kingi! The voice grew closer.

Kingi stood slowly gliding his palm over the top of the sand. His sister morehu stood a sand dune away back facing him. Her hazel brown skin defined the shape of a young girl pictured against the shifting golden sand. Kingi crawled slowly up the hill.

Kingi!

He smiled as he readied himself for attack. He reached the top of the hill.

Ambush! He yelled in the Maori tongue and in a fast well practiced maneuver he sprang his body, a hand full of sand, landing behind his sister. He jumped up and just as she turned, shoved the sand down her Harakeke top. She squealed but Kingi wasnt finished. He pushed her into the incoming water.

Sodden, and angry Morehu sprang up. Papa wants us to come home.

Why? He said but he knew the answer. He saw the faint outline before as he looked to the horizon.

The strange clouds are coming again.

Kingi looked to the sun. What was once a faint outline was now a silhouette against the sun a pack of rectangular clouds tied down by a giant canoe, creeping closer and closer.

Theyve never been this close to shore, Morehu insisted we must get back to the village, the warriors are ready.

They wont come near the land Kingi snapped although he could hear unknown voices, yelling in a strange language what seemed to be commands.

Kingi! Morehu begged, You must come back!

Kingi sent a karakia into the wind. Praying they would be safe. Knowing this was serious. The once playful breeze had turned harsh. Come on, lets go home. He hissed in a defeated tone. He hated when his sister was right.