The sixteen year old clenched her jaw as she silently moved from her bedroom into the hall. After seven years Cris had finally been able to breath. At nine years old Christina Alexandria Lily Darling had seen her father's brutal murder then watch her mother slowly die while trying to care for her year old sister Marisa Elizabeth Rose Darling.
Two years after his death Cris's mother followed her husband to the grave, losing the will to live. Placed in the foster care system until relatives could be found Cris had clung to Mari, making sure they were together at all times. No family could be found, and the next five years was spent moving from house to house.
Shortly after her sixteenth birthday a family member was found, her grandfather's sister in London. Eight year old Mari was ecstatic and couldn't wait to meet her new 'grandma'. Cris, however, had been sceptical, after taking care of Mari for seven years someone else was going to try. The first two weeks at Aunt Wendy's put Cris at ease; the old woman was the breather Cris had desperately needed.
And then she went missing. Mari had been taken.
They had always made a funny pair; Cris dark haired with a pale completion, dark, brooding, and too serious and Mari blonde as the sun with oil skin, talkative, bubbly, and overly hyper. But both were dreadfully loyal to the other, one could hardly see one sister with out seeing the other.
So when Cris woke that morning she knew something was wrong. She knew her little sister had been kidnapped. And now after two weeks the police were finally agreeing.
Aunt Wendy's reaction to the disappearance was strange to say the least. At first she flipped from agreeing with Cris to agreeing with the police, then, after a week, she became very quiet and began telling Cris to wait for Mari's return. Now all day she'd whispered that Cris needed to go after her, needed to talk to Wendy alone.
So now she was quietly slipping into her Aunt's room. She'd rolled her eyes when the old woman told her to dress for adventure, but put on her favourite jeans, good running shoes, and a black shirt anyway.
"I know it's here some where," Wendy muttered digging in the closet as Cris walked in. A few more muttering followed then a "Ah ha! There you are!" before Wendy turned to recognise her great niece. In her hand was a soft green bag tied at the top with a gold rope.
Wendy placed her free hand on Cris's shoulder, "My dear, many many years ago, I was given a great gift. It was intended for me to use, but…" Wendy faded off, Cris watching her with vague interest. "Well I didn't and now you need it. You need it to get Mari back."
Cris frowned slightly but didn't speak, simply watched as Wendy slowly opened the green bag revealing a small glowing ball. "You see, my dear, Mari has been taken to Neverland…"
"Aunt Wendy,"
"And the only way for her to come home is for you to go get her." Wendy continued as though Cris hadn't spoken, and placed the glowing spire in Cris's hands.
"Aunt Wendy," Cris started slowly glancing from the object in her hands to the woman to gave it to her. Taking a deep breath she began again, talking as though she were talking to a five year old, "Aunt Wendy, were is this Neverland?"
Wendy frown, "Second star to the right…"
"Okay, Okay," Cris sighed deciding to indulge the old lady. "How do I get there?"
Wendy's smile returned as she nodded to the glowing orb, "You must wish for it."
Cris scoffed, "You mean just say, 'I wish I was in Neverland'?" No sooner had the words left Cris's mouth than the glow from the began to get brighter and the ball leapt out of her hands hover above her head. That was the last Cris saw before her world went dark.