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Maui Calls on Pele, the Goddess of Fire
“Maui.” The voice came through the clouds first, then the smoky dark gray silhouetted face of a woman appeared above him as the valley grew darker by the second.
Maui’s voice was strangely calm; he spoke in a normal volume, but his voice was deep and methodical.
“Pele.”
The underside of the dark clouds above flickered red/orange, the same color as Maui’s eyes.
“It’s dangerous to speak to me, you know. It looks like you have everything under control. Are you… wasting my time?” Pele’s voice began soft and gentle, growing with intensity as she spoke, the savagery in her tone becoming clear by the time she’d finished speaking. The red/orange lights reflecting off the dark skies above cast an eerie glow on the destroyed trees and streambed below.
“No Pele. I don’t care about you and you don’t care about me. But we both care about my mother. This Mo’o Kuna nightmare ends today. You have to finish this. I… cannot.” Maui stood facing upwards, shoulders relaxed, feet spread apart, completely fearless.
The female face in the cloud spat disgustedly, a plume of fire shooting into the river above where Maui the demigod stood, immediately turning the flowing water in that area to vapor.
“Mo’o Kuna. What a vile creature. Consider it done. And in return?” Pele’s voice echoed throughout the valley as the orange/red hue of light against the clouds burned brightly, flickering as she spoke.
Maui’s eyes swirled, the volcanic colors rippling expressively.
He nodded.
Pele paused, as if waiting for something.
The wind suddenly picked up and tossed Maui’s long, jet-black hair to the side. Above him, the pulsing breeze shifted the features of Pele back to that of just a cloud for a brief moment.
Aloha Ke Akua had given them permission to proceed.
“Enough. Get out. He’s mine now.” The silky female voice from above spoke with a hard edge of warning. Maui didn’t waste a moment, springing immediately into action. With a single powerful leap he jumped into the tree where his mother had been standing, watching and listening, tears falling down her face. Maui’s left arm wrapped around her midsection -- his forearm as thick as her entire torso. As easily as one picks up a pen, he swept her off her feet and took off into the thick tropical foliage.
-From Mākaha: The Pacific Chronicles (Book 2)
Maui’s voice was strangely calm; he spoke in a normal volume, but his voice was deep and methodical.
“Pele.”
The underside of the dark clouds above flickered red/orange, the same color as Maui’s eyes.
“It’s dangerous to speak to me, you know. It looks like you have everything under control. Are you… wasting my time?” Pele’s voice began soft and gentle, growing with intensity as she spoke, the savagery in her tone becoming clear by the time she’d finished speaking. The red/orange lights reflecting off the dark skies above cast an eerie glow on the destroyed trees and streambed below.
“No Pele. I don’t care about you and you don’t care about me. But we both care about my mother. This Mo’o Kuna nightmare ends today. You have to finish this. I… cannot.” Maui stood facing upwards, shoulders relaxed, feet spread apart, completely fearless.
The female face in the cloud spat disgustedly, a plume of fire shooting into the river above where Maui the demigod stood, immediately turning the flowing water in that area to vapor.
“Mo’o Kuna. What a vile creature. Consider it done. And in return?” Pele’s voice echoed throughout the valley as the orange/red hue of light against the clouds burned brightly, flickering as she spoke.
Maui’s eyes swirled, the volcanic colors rippling expressively.
He nodded.
Pele paused, as if waiting for something.
The wind suddenly picked up and tossed Maui’s long, jet-black hair to the side. Above him, the pulsing breeze shifted the features of Pele back to that of just a cloud for a brief moment.
Aloha Ke Akua had given them permission to proceed.
“Enough. Get out. He’s mine now.” The silky female voice from above spoke with a hard edge of warning. Maui didn’t waste a moment, springing immediately into action. With a single powerful leap he jumped into the tree where his mother had been standing, watching and listening, tears falling down her face. Maui’s left arm wrapped around her midsection -- his forearm as thick as her entire torso. As easily as one picks up a pen, he swept her off her feet and took off into the thick tropical foliage.
-From Mākaha: The Pacific Chronicles (Book 2)
