Moana POV

I woke up with a jolt. My leg strangely didn't feel sore and my stomach felt, well, normal.

I looked down and still saw the long, faded purple scar on my leg and my stomach was still bandaged, but I felt. Normal.

I stood up and went to the mirror. My hair was an absolute mess. I grabbed my brush and went through my hair. I was almost well enough to be able to take a proper shower, I hadn't had one since the day before the Deconatoa accident.

I smiled to myself then noticed some thing weird. A small bit of white pointing out if my necklace. I opened it and looked inside. There was a note and a beautiful white rock. I pulled the note out and set the rock on my bedside table. The note read the following:

Hey Mo, it's Maui. I give you this quarts as a sign of how much you shine in the darkest of times. This rock glows bright under the moons light. Don't believe me? Test it. I hope you like it. It fits in your necklace, so you can take it anywhere.

- Maui

My cheeks began to feel warm and I looked in the mirror to see that I was blushing a little.

I picked up the quarts and studied it a little. It was white as the moon and about as big as Te Fiti's heart. Moon, I thought. I'll call the quarts Moon.

I smiled and put Moon into my necklace. I wrote on Te back if the paper Maui have me:

Hey Maui, it's Mo. I love the quarts! I decided that since I'm a wako teenager that I'm going to call it Moon. I'll make sure to test your little statement about it shining. Again, thanks!

- Moana

I reread the note again and smiled to myself. I slipped out of my hut, hardly limping at all, and stepped into Maui's.

The big goof was still asleep, so I silently put the note on his bedside table before slipping out and heading down to Fiona's work.

"Moana!" Fiona said cheerfully, looking up from her cleaning. He face almost immediately fell. "You're not limping in the slightest," she observed. I smiled, "I know, it's amazing right!"

Now that I think about it, maybe there's more to Moon that meets the eye. I shrugged the thought off to worry about later.

Fiona inspected my leg. "It seems the same as yesterday," she murmured to herself. Next she I bandaged my stomach. "Your stomach is healing well after the infection," she praised.

"I'll have you go the day without your bandages, ok?"

I nodded and stepped outside. I only just realized dawn was breaking. I relished the warm breeze that swished the leaves of the trees and made the dewy grass flow.

It reminded me of the mornings when I would sit by the water to watch the sun rise slowly above the horizon. I headed down to the banks and sat down on the sandy beach.

The ocean rose a little, moving side to side. I rolled my eyes and stood up, letting the low tone of the tides lull me into the rhythm Grandma Tala taught me oh so long ago. I got lost in my thoughts, letting my body do the work.

I thought about my memories, the most special ones. I remember when I first met the ocean, I was only three at the time, and now I almost seventeen. The way it had moved so I could get the shells, the way it had messed up my hair. The way it drifted me back to land as Father cam looking for me.

Next I remembered first learning how to dance with the waves. Grandma Tala being patient an showing me how to do each move precisely. A smile worked its way onto my face.

I remembered the day when she had showed me the voyaging boats, the day she died, the day I left. So much had happened that day. Hearing the story of my tribes ancestors, watching Grandma Tala as she slowly died, telling me to leave. Mother helping me gather my things for the trip.

Next I remembered how I had met Maui. That annoying goofball. The way he had 'tweeted' me. I actually still had that oar. It was in my room so any time I went on a trip, I could find it easily. I remembered his 'You're Welcome' song. It was still stuck in my head.

I remembered plenty of other things from the past. The fight with Tamatoa, being abandoned, Te Ka. The shark head. I laugh inwardly as I remember how Maui used to use that to cheer me up when I was stressed or sad.

I sighed as I continued with the water. I slowly made my way out into the ocean and didn't stop until the water was up to my hips. I was still thinking about the memories I had in the past.

My scar didn't hurt an my stomach wasn't touching the water so I didn't worry about it. I just sighed and continued dancing as the sun just made it passed the horizon.