(Jet's POV)

I could feel pain shoot up my body from my left leg as it felt like my shoulders burned. It didn't take much to realize I was losing blood. My blue eyes slowly opened with my vision hazing badly. I could recognize the night sky and the moon above me as only one thought processed through my mind 'I'm going to die here'.

"You are safe, please do not struggle" I heard a voice that was soft yet flat like a computer's voice.

"Wh-who are you?" I strained as a face came into view but it was still blurring.

"I am Hestia" the female with a beak and orange/yellow face responded before it all went black again.

(Wave's POV)

I finally opened my eyes to see the truck stopping and the human driver coming out. Jet's board was broken beyond repair as blood and a few green feathers were splattered on the roof of the container the truck hauled. Where's the body? I rode around the incident for a moment but there was no body at all. Spotting a street camera on a light-poll, I was able to wirelessly link up with it to copy recent footage. If he's somehow still alive, I could see how the incident really did play out.

Pushing away my own pain and sorrows, I sped home to play the footage on my laptop. It wasn't long before I was back at the base, watching the crash. It started out as nothing but cars passing so I fast-forwarded it. Finally, the hawk came but an orange blur did as well. It swooped down at Jet and snatched him up but his leg smacked hard into the contain the truck held. I sighed in relief until I asked myself 'Who's the blur?'. Squinting, I paused the video, closed up on the blur 100% and enhanced the video as much as my laptop allowed.

"Hey, Wave, What are ya doing?" I wasn't in the mood for Storm now.

"Jet crashed not long ago-" he interrupted me.

"WHAT? IS HE DEAD?" he yelled in surprise.

"I DON'T KNOW YET SO LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screamed at him, angry and frustrated.

"Wow, Wave, I've never seen you like this before" he lowered his voice.

"Rouge was cheating on me so we broke up so excuse me for being pissed off!" I yelled.

A little overwhelmed, he left and I got back to enhancing the video so I could see the blur clearly. Enhanced completely, the blur came out to be something I definitely didn't expect. It was a bird on fire with only wings and claws that were able to be seen clearly. A Phoenix? Impossible, they never existed but then again, normal hawks aren't green and hedgehogs aren't usually black with red stripes.

(Jet's POV again) -The next day-

The next time I opened my eyes, I saw I was in a white room with a large window to my right. I must have been in a hospital. Pulling the blanket off my body, I looked at my body. My leg was in a thick cast and my shoulders were bandaged. I just stared at my leg, blinking until it hit me.

'HOLY CRAP, MY LEG'S BROKEN!' I screamed in my head.

The last thing I remembered was getting hit by the truck and a yellow/orange bird telling me I was safe.

"Hello, Jet the Hawk, I'm Dr. Hops" a male rabbit came in with a pristine white coat. "I understand you were in an incident involving Extreme Gear and another vehicle. However, on your shoulders, there are 1st degree burns and what seem to be claw marks. Do you know what happened exactly?"

"Truck, girl-bird, and name" I listed blankly, looking annoyed.

He clicked his pen, "Can you describe this girl?"

"First of all, she's a bird. Second, all I saw was a beak and a yellowish orange behind that. She told me her name was Hestia and that I was safe." I explained.

He gave me a strange look, "Hestia died years ago, Jet. She was killed by her abusive parents because they didn't plan of having a child. You must have been dreaming it."

Later that day, I was trying to sleep with some help from the pain-killers they gave me for the pain in my shoulders. I woke up to the window quietly sliding open. Slowly and pretending to sleep, I turned my head towards the window. My eyes were opened slightly so I could see who was there but all I saw was a figure in the shadows with glowing yellow eyes. I don't know anyone with yellow eyes but what stopped me from throwing the glass of water at him from my nightstand was a voice.

"Hello, Jet, I apologize for the last time we met. It was not my intention to injure your shoulders but what is down is done." I knew that voice. It was Hestia!