For many months, Pele followed a star from the northeast, which shone brighter than the rest, and migrated toward it. One morning, Pele awoke to the smell of something familiar in the air. In the distance could be seen a high mountain with a smoky haze hiding its peak. Pele knew she had found her new home. She named the island, Hawai’i.
Pele, carrying her magic stick Pa’oa, went up to the mountain where part of the earth collapsed into the ground. She placed the stick into the ground and called the place, Kilauea. Inside the Kilauea Crater was a large pit, which she named, Halema’uma’u. Halema’uma’u would be her new home.
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