Kristoff awoke to the sound of a yell. It wasn't just any yell, it was a Grandma Martinez yell, as rare as that was. Kristoff instantly jumped out of his bed and put on a jacket and slippers. For an uncharted island, Floctania got pretty chilly in the winter months. Glancing around the room he shared with his twin sister Kristin, he noticed she wasn't in her bed. She must've been up already by the time Valencia screamed.
Pushing open the wooden door of his cabin room, the cold island breeze attacked him the very moment he stepped out onto the wooden balcony and stairs. Kristoff made his way down the stairs as fast as 12-year-old feet could. He looked around at the 11 cabins that formed an F, his cabin being the second-most bottom one. The last one, at the bottom of the F homed Vernon, Nudge's son, who was a year older than the twins.
As if on cue, the dark skinned boy walked out of his cabin, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. His short frizzy hair was wild, like every morning. Kristoff brushed his own, silvery white hair out of his eyes. That's right, silvery white hair. It was an odd trait that Kristoff had somehow inherited from nobody. His parents always said it was the bird gene in him, most likely.
"Did my grandma's yell wake you too?" Kristoff called to Vernon, who nodded sleepily and spread out his tawny colored wings, taking to the sky in a single leap off the balcony of his cabin. Showoff. Kristoff let his light gray wings extend as well, but before he could break into a run and then into flight, he heard his twin sister call for him. He could see her jet-black hair bouncing as she jogged towards him, a frown on her face as usual. As she got closer he realized she had tears rolling down her cheeks.
He ran halfway to meet her and when they caught up to each other she stopped to pant and then exclaimed between sobs, "They're gone! Mom and dad, uncle Iggy and Aunt Ella are gone! Nudge is gone too!" Kristoff felt his heart slow and his breathe halt. He grabbed his sister's arm and ran with her until he felt his wings were aerodynamic enough to leap into flight. The whole time Kristin was crying and yelling at him to let go. As ironic as it was, Kristin was afraid of heights and hardly knew how to fly.
Kristoff held onto his sister tightly as he felt his wings take him high, just above the height of the cabins, which were almost 2 stories off the ground. Kristin had her eyes shut and was making gagging sounds. Fortunately they landed at their grandparents' cabin before Kristin could throw up and turn the roof of the cabins from brown to green.
Kristoff ran inside the cabin, his sister following, her hands wrapped around her stomach. So that was why Grandma Valencia had screamed this morning, Kristoff thought to himself. Vernon was pacing in the cabin wildly, tears swelling in his eyes. Melody, the beautiful blonde daughter of Iggy and Ella, was sitting at the edge of the bed beside her mother, who was staring at the wall blankly. Ella's mother, Valencia Martinez, was holding Ella's hand supportively, but crying her eyes out all the while. Grandpa Jeb went up to Kristin and Kristoff solemnly and hugged them both.
Kristoff didn't hug back; he just stood there, frozen. To him it seemed like all those stories he was told as a kid about his parents always being on the run and being abducted, became a reality.