Volcano 

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Once there lived a mighty island chief named Chief Tongaloa’a.  He ruled the South Pacific island of Tonga. He and his people worshipped Pele, goddess of the volcano. They served her well.  Tongaloa’a's neighbors on Samoa worshipped Oro, god of war.  Samoa was led by the High Chief Mtangi.  The Samoans were very warlike at that time and yearned to do battle with Tongaloa’a's people. Chief Tongaloa’a was a magnificent young man.  He usually only wore a blue-gray loincloth.  He wore a medallion around his neck and an arm bracelet around his left bicep.  He was barefoot and barechested.  His body was incredibly smooth, hairless, and handsome.  He was shaved bald in the ritual manner of the Tongans. Every few years both the Samoans and the Tongan warriors sailed to the island of Tuomatu, which was uninhabited and volcanic.  There, they made offerings to their gods.  This year, there might be trouble. As luck had it, both outriggers arrived at the same time.  Each carried about twenty-five warriors each. The fifty or so men, all shirtless, all barefoot, armed with spears, clubs, and knives, made their way to the top of the volcanic mountain at the center of Tuomatu. They worshipped their respective gods.  Soon a fight broke out.  The Tongans and Samoans paired off. Many> were hurt.  A few were killed.  A few fell into the volcano or were pushed into it. Suddenly the volcano rumbled to life and the entire island shook.  The men stopped fighting and rushed back to their outriggers to escape the volcano. Tongaloa’a and Mtangi spied each other.  Both went for their knives and thrusted and parried with their knives. Tongaloa’a was only nicked.  Mtangi made the mistake of getting too close to Tongaloa’a and the Tongan chief plunged his obsidian knife into Kono's waiting, vulnerable, golden brown South Pacific belly.  Mtangi's bellybutton was destroyed.   The island shook again.  Chief Tongaloa’a was knocked down and fell backward landing on Mtangi and pushing the knife deeper into Mtangi's belly.  Suddenly the volcano erupted and hot lava came splashing down the sides of the volcanic mountain.Tongaloa’a couldn't get up fast enough.  A wave of lava washed over him.  "Aaagghhh.  No.  My brave young body. I cannot die this way.  I am Chief Tongaloa’a.  No.  Aaaagghh." Some men made it back to the outriggers and sailed as the island blew up. The Tongan people remembered Chief Tongaloa’a forever.