8 year old Moana.
I didn't understand why my father was so set on me staying away from the water. The fish were dying, and if we fish beyond the reef we would defiantly catch more.
My father placed my Chief Crown on my head and tucked my stray hairs up in it.
"We have everything we need here, Moana. You have to learn that," he said.
"What of the fish?" I asked, looking up at him.
"I'm sure shortly they will replenish." He pushed me ahead of him, and I walked proudly between our people. They stated singing the traditional song , and I joined in. When my father wasn't looking I ran off to where my grandmother danced with the waves.
I pulled off my Chief Crown and placed it on the rock behind me, pulling my hair out if the bun so it rippled down around me.
"Moana," she said, looking over at me. "Have you come to dance with the waves?" I nodded, and joined in with her. I shortly picked up the moves and kept up with her pace.
We danced until the sun was below the waves, feeling as if I had become one of the waves, mischievous and all. Ever sense that day I danced with my grandmother during the evening.
Sorry this one is so short. They will get longer!
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Disney Short Stories
FanfictionIt's in the title. I just love Disney movies so much I can't help but make short stories about them. These will come from my imagination and the movies put together. Hope you enjoy! This will be updated slowly.
