bedtime stories

Aro and the Island

"Aro, come here child!" Moana hissed at her. Aro walked from her spot it the sandy beach to a place in the sea. The warm, salty water washed over her legs and then fell back into the sea, where within a few seconds, the tide would bring it back up like a blanket and over her legs. This happened continuously before Aro spoke up.

"What would you like this time?" Aro said and looked down and forwards at the sea. A wave heightened in the distance then smashed down as if Moana the sea was mad at Aro. Aro blinked, unaffected by her small threat and shows of intimidation. As Aro was used to making deals with Moana, she was used to the small angry episodes Moana would have with her. The salt and water washed onto her legs again and another wave crashes in the distance. "You know, I bet the sailors don't appreciate your waves." Aro said.

"Yes, yes. I know that child." Moana replied and stepped out of the waves, a few meters away from Aro. Her body was all transparent and blue, made of water, as usual. Moana had watery long hair and wore a flowing dress made of shells and sand. She stepped closer to Aro, then took a seat next to her. The half of Moana's body that was in the water dissolved into the saltiness and washed away. Aro moved closer and into the water fully so that Moana wouldn't die from being fully in air. Moana sighed thankfully and then turned to Aro.

"Our clump of corpses is getting bigger." She stated and looked out the the horizon, where a small lump is floating above the water.

"Yes, I see that." Aro narrowed her eyes onto the body and huffs. "So what are you going to do?" Aro said.

Moana let out a shriek. "What do you mean ME? We are a team!" She flails her arms about, splashing water onto Aro.

"No!" Aro shouted, "Not anymore! I don't want to be your puppet like the last year or two! I will not kill anymore people for you!" She shrieked. She made an attempt to get the pure gold bracelet off her wrist, but as usual it wouldn't budge. The bracelet was part of her bounding to Moana. It was pretty, but irritating, as it never came off.

"But, my child, you are too late. You are bound!" Moana shouted back frantically. Aro collapsed in a heap on the ground, writhing in pain as Moana completed her bounding. Aro had an owner now, and she had no free will at all, everything she did, touched, moved or said would bounce back to Moana.

"I see." Aro mumbled into the sand before blacking out.

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Five Long Years Later.

"I don't want to!" Aro shouts, her wrist burning with red bruises from her previous punishment. Her bracelet still lay on her wrist, which had another red mark around it from the bracket's small shape.

"But, my darling! You HAVE to!" Moana shouts back in a cunning voice and unstraps Aro's chains. She flings the chains across the watered out cave with unhuman strength.

"No! NO PLEASE!" Aro shouts as Moana stalks towards her, ripping her frail body from the wall, ripping her last bits of hope, ripping her fingers from the cracks in the wall where she was holding on.

Moana pushes her into the depths of the sea, and she swims swiftly up to the shore, off to do her job, as Moana asked of her.

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Ten Infuriating Long Years Later.

"No more people are left," Aro exclaims and Moana scowls at her.

"How many more are needed to complete it?" Moana asks Aro and she lifts a finger. One. Her bracelet tightens on her wrist from movement and she winces in pain.

"Well, that can be done than." Moana says briskly and sweeps herself off her throne and down, next to Aro. Moana grabs her neck, and puts a finger down her throat, the water from her body rushing down and through Aro and into her lungs. Aro slumps into Moana but only to fall through, onto the cold rock floor of the cave.

Stars clear over Aro's vision, and her skin grows cold. She see's the many bodies she has killed and takes in her last breath, afraid that if she lives any longer, they themselves, as thoughts would kill her themselves.

Her eyes gradually shut, and her breath leaves her lips with a sigh. A happy sigh. One of relief.

Aro's soul leaves her body, leaving behind everyone and everything as it floats into the universe off to another place. A place for the sinners.

Aro dies on the stone cold floor of the cave, next to the victorious grin of Moana, as her island of bodies was done and her form solid.

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Epilogue.

"Mum! The boat's leaving!" A little girl shouts to her mother from across the dock and runs into the boat. Her mother chases after her and then the boat takes off, the growling of the engine sounding through the build of the boat and the waves crashing against the side as they rode towards Kapiti Island.

"Pretty." The little girl comments and lifts up a rock from by a tree. A limp, compost looking object was under the rock, hidden perfectly from those who didn't want to believe that this island was built from bodies. A myth that the little girl had never heard of before,

A bracelet lay on the compost figure and it's covering was skin looking, but all shrivelled up and covered in dirt.

A golden, perfect bracelet.