(Sorry I haven't updated in a while)

(Wave's POV) -In the morning-

I went to the hospital to visit Jet with pictures of the incident in black and white. Each picture was when the blur swooped down at him and the last one was of the burning figure when I finally found her face.

On the way, I bumped into someone hard. As we both fell back, the papers were scattered.

"Hey, watch where your-" I trailed off when I saw her.

The person I knocked down was a female crow and she wasn't pretty…she was beautiful! She wore a blue shirt that read "48% ANGEL", dark blue jeans with a whisker pattern and now shoes. Her taloned feet were pitch-black and she only had three toes per foot.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you" she gently patted the ground while on her wing-like hands and knees.

To my left, I noticed a pair of rectangular glasses. I handed them to her but when she saw me clearly through her brown eyes, she blushed and she quickly gathered her papers. The crow-girl jumped to her feet and ran off, repeating the apology.

'Get a hold of yourself, Wave, focus' I shook my head.

Picking up the pictures, I noticed a paper that girl dropped. It was a filled-out college application with her name on the top. Her name was Fala Black and she works as a nurse at this hospital.

"Hey, you dropped your paper…" by the time I was up on my feet, she was gone.

I shrugged, 'Well, at least I know where she works so I can return this.' I thought of the cute, nerdy girl with a smile.


(Jet's POV)

I just lay there, smiling to myself when I thought of last night.


-Flash backs or in slanted writing-

"Hello, Jet, I apologize for the last time we met. It was not my intention to injure your shoulders but what is done is done." Hestia walked into the dim light.

I was in instant awe. Her feet were like a normal bird's feet but larger and tipped with my blood. Every feather had a certain flair that just made you want to stare at her for hours. Her hands looked more like regular ones without gloves. The beat was curved down with a soft glimmer from the weak florescent light above me. Through my sapphire eyes, she was a gentle yet fierce beauty.

"Why did you save me? You don't even know me" I asked in my usually snooty tone.

"What type of question is that? Would you like to die?" she tilted her eyes.

'She's right, Jetty, you should be thanking her! Not give her a reason to let me die next time I'm in a jam' I thought to myself.

"Name's Jet" I turned my attention back to her. "Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be dead?"

"Every phoenix rises from his or her ashes and is reborn anew." she answered.

"Oh, so that's how your parents killed you a long time ago an-" I was cut off was a hand suddenly squeezed my neck, pushing me back into the bed!

I tried to speak but nothing came up except small choked up sounds.

"Where have you heard that piece of information?" she hissed.

"T-the doctor t-told me" the pressure eased slightly for me to speak but the hands went away once she heard that.

"I apologize again for my actions, I must leave" she turned to the window.

"Wait!" I coughed, my throat aching until the pain-killers got to it.

She turned to look at me and with the way she looked at me, you could see the years of torture as well as her strength from it.

"Since you're here, maybe we could talk, you know…get to know each other." I felt a little embarrassed…about nothing!

"Do you mean we could friends?" she tilted her head.

"Yeah, let's start over…" I sat up and cleared my throat. "…Hey, my name's Jet the Hawk."

I extended my arm towards her as she gave me a slightly confused look, "Hello, I am Hestia…the last phoenix" she shook my hand.

We talked until I fell asleep but when I woke up, I found a note on the nightstand. When I opened the folded paper, the first thing I noticed was the yellow/orange feather taped to it.

"Thank you, Jet, for becoming a friend. I never had many friends due to the fact I was made of fire and ash. Thank you…

-Hestia" I read out loud with a smile.


I left the note and the feather on the nightstand. The door opened, drawing my attention away from the piece of paper. Wave walked in with a few papers, probably for me to sign so I could leave.

"Hey, Jet, how are ya doing?" she asked, the care she had showed through her eyes.

"Fine, hopped up on pain killers, you?" I nodded.

"I have something for you." she handed me the papers.

I frowned; they were just pictures of the accident.

"See this?" she pointed to a blur that must have Hestia. "Apparently, this blur saved you."

I flipped through the papers to humor her, seeing the blur lifting me away in the pictures. Why was she showing me this?

"In the last one, I enhanced the video before printing it." she said proudly.

"It's not here, all I see is…the blur" I stopped myself from saying 'Hestia' since the fire-bird told me that she had to stay secret.


"Why do you have to stay hidden?" I asked.

"The world thinks I am dead, Jet. I was to be the last phoenix to die but since I was not drowned like the others, I was reborn. However, I do have an accomplice to travel in and out of the city, delivering information as well as certain objects. Due to the fact that the night sky is difficult to be seen with the city's constantly bright neon lights, I am able to patrol the skies without detection. Therefore, I am also able to rescue citizens from near death but I must maintain my flames." she explained, leaning against the wall near the window.

I chuckled, "Right, can't be a glow stick or you'll be seen."

She gazed at me in a certain way, curiosity and wonder showing through her hardened eyes. There was so much information to absorb about her: killed by her abusive parents, last phoenix, saves people, talks formally, has only one friend and much more. Somehow, I wanted to know more but I was so tired. I yawned and stretched my limbs. Observing how sleepy I was, she turned to the window and opened it.

"Good night" I said as she lifted her leg up to the window sill and she froze.

"Good…night" she responded with hesitation, clearly not used t hear those words.

I closed my eyes, out like a light bulb but the last thing I was aware of was the thin blanket pulled down to my waist being tugged up to my shoulders by someone else.