"Henry is her son." Moana remembered Emma talking about him. It was someone that she had always wanted to meet if she could.
Her fingers curled around her shell necklace. "Someone who always believed in her… the person who always believed in me is dead." She thought of her grandmother and the last word the woman had ever spoken to her, whispered like a command in her ear. Go, she had said and Moana had ran. She remembered that night clearly.
The ground fell away from her feet as she ran. She hadn’t taken more than a few seconds to pack up food and supplies. She had rushed, knowing that if she stopped and thought about it that she wouldn’t go. Her mother had caught her then and if it hadn’t been for her help… Moana might have never left her island. It had been the hardest day of her life. She remained brave, she kept trying, because she couldn’t let herself stop and look back.
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Her fingers curled around her shell necklace. "Someone who always believed in her… the person who always believed in me is dead." She thought of her grandmother and the last word the woman had ever spoken to her, whispered like a command in her ear. Go, she had said and Moana had ran. She remembered that night clearly.
The ground fell away from her feet as she ran. She hadn’t taken more than a few seconds to pack up food and supplies. She had rushed, knowing that if she stopped and thought about it that she wouldn’t go. Her mother had caught her then and if it hadn’t been for her help… Moana might have never left her island. It had been the hardest day of her life. She remained brave, she kept trying, because she couldn’t let herself stop and look back.