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Waves crashed hard against the lava cliffs. The earth rumbled deep in its belly. The volcano shook. Ribbons of lava, dark and bloody, streaked down the mountainside. Pele stared out over the angry sea. Her enemy was out there. Waiting, plotting. The fire goddess stared down at the gashes latticing her arms and her legs. Blood oozed down her limbs, mimicking the lava flowing down her mountain. It had been a mighty battle, one Pele was not sure she could win. A contraction ripped through her body. Pele bit back a cry and placed a comforting palm on her overripe belly. Pain subsided as if the child understood. Pele had to keep the baby safe and away from Namakaokaha'I.
A flash of lightening split the sea as a war cry pierced the air, followed by a low chanting. A steady beat warring with Kanekili's thunder. The chanting grew louder and closer. The villagers had run in fear as twin goddesses fought across the mountainside, hiding themselves away under the protection of their kahuna. Foolishly they believed the mortal man would protect them from the elemental battle being waged.
Pele turned away from the sea and faced her mountain. Her home, her beautiful Halemaumau, was under attack. She had to flee the churning waters and reach the fire pit. Only then would Pele have the power to stop Namakaokaha'I. Her sister, the goddess of the sea, had chased her across oceans to these islands thousands of years ago. Now she was back for her ultimate revenge. Vengeance drove Namakaokaha'I.