"Hello?" She asked groggily.
Axel on the other hand, cursed himself for dialing the wrong number. Suddenly, his friend closed his eyes. Scrambling, Axel quickly checked his pulse. Still alive.
"Who is this?" Axel demanded.
"I'm Nyx," Then, a silence.
"Who are you?" She requested kindly.
"Axel."He spoke.
"Listen, whoever you are, I need your help. My friend is wounded, and I need to get help, fast. Do you know if you can?" Axel begged.
Nyx, who was now sitting up in her bed, turned on the (once again, lavish) lamp on her bed side table, and swung her feet off her bed.
"Where are you and your friend?" She questioned as she pressed the speaker phone button and tossed in onto her bed. She dashed to her closet and grabbed a pair of leggings and a t-shirt, and tied her hair up in a bun.
"We're in the old train station," Axel supplied.
Nyx grabbed the first aid kits from all over the house, and stuffed them into a backpack. She pulled out her bike, clipped on the helmet, and attached her phone to the holder on her bike.
"I'm on my way now, but it will take me around 8-10 minutes," She yelled over the wind, into the phone.
"Just hurry!" Axel shouted back.
And so, she kicked off of the curb, and started pedaling.
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FantasyWhen young Nyx recives a call from an unknown stranger who needs her help, she jumps into action and gets caught up in a whirlpool of an adventure.
