Adjusting to the role of the chiefs daughter and running the Island, a destined soul to explore the sea let's her dreams get the best of her. Moana is the daughter of the chief of an island in the Pacific, where everyone is living peacefully. One day, Moana is agitated at the thought of her father not letting her cross the line of the reef. She stays at the reef, pacing back and forth, kicking pebbles, breaking sticks. All of her worries ebbed away once she caught a glimpse of an unusual creature roaming the jungle. Curious, Moana stealthily walks towards the spot the creature was at. She slowly brushed the large leaf aside, revealing the creature, or should I say creatures? They were two times the size of an average adult, their skin colored blue, half of them fainter in color with a large hint of teal. Half of their eyes glowed golden yellow, whilst the other half remained sea blue. Their attire was almost nonexistent, they wore the bare minimum of clothing. Only a loincloth and a strap were covering the most private areas of their bodies. Going down their backs were stripes, dropping down to a tail, some flat like a fin, and some round and hairy like a cat. Last but not least, their fingers, they had 4 fingers, which frightened Moana, only a few had five. Moana stumbled back before plummeting to the ground, the creatures hissing at her before retreating into the forest. The next thing Moana knew, she was on a chase for these aliens.
Follow Tanhì and Jake's story as they navigate through life's many obstacles.
"You are too hard on them, Jake. They only want to make us proud." She crouches, placing a hand on his thigh. Jake looks up at her and she sees his eyes watering.
Leaning in to wrap her arms around his shoulders, Jake discards the weapon, letting it fall with a clunk as he buries his face into Tanhì's neck.
"I've had so many vivid nightmares like this and in each one, I lose all of you. I thought we lost them today Tanhì and then when you weren't answering, I- I thought -" She caresses the back of his head, letting him breathe in her scent.
"I understand but they are only children, Nì'eveng. They will make mistakes." Jake pulls back, hands droping to her skimmed knees as he swallows thickly.
"Kiri already took care of them."
"I'm okay with mistakes, baby. Just not ones that'll cost them their lives." She softly hits him on his head, grabbing a cloth to clean off his war paint, wincing when his fingers brush over her injuries.
I don't give ANYONE permission to plagiarize my work.