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moltres /ˈmoʊl.trɛs/nknown as the legendary bird of fire. every flap of its wings creates a dazzling flash of flames.

I thought I had left it all behind.

TheGolden Generation, a group of young trainers who conquered the nation. They brought a new era to the sport. And I was one of them.

The crowd roared as I stepped onto the battlefield, their voices chanting my name like a war drum. Pride surged in my chest with every step. My Pokémon were ready to fight till the end. We were there to win, to carve our names onto the trophy oh-so many coveted.

But then, I left.

Just because you reach the peak ateleven years olddoesn't mean you stay there.

But college came along and now, I stand once more on the battlefield. Carrying the name of myuniversity. And my Pokémon are ready to fight till the end.

The sparks of flames never go out; they only dim, waiting to burn bright once more.