Moltres. That was the name I – they – called me by. I think.
But why? Who are they? Or rather, who were they?
Who was he?
And was I…indeed the beating entity… Moltres?
When I speak the syllables, when I breathe those very sounds… I feel as though I am ablaze.
I see only fire. Hear only ravenous embers devouring the hearts of home. Remember only flames caste upon the souls of distant memories.
I, Moltres, the one with no real knowledge of her history – of her origin.
I, the fire demon. The angel who has fallen from the land above.
Who am I?
Who is Moltres?
And most ponderous of all…
Who are you, shadow? And to which fate do you intend to guide me?
