Another Pokemon Excerpt. Inspired by Saphroneth's "Ashes of the Past." The scene at the Indigo Conference when Moltres appeared was truly inspiring to me. So I put my own spin on it.

Hall of Records File # 5

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for! It is my great honor and privilege to present to you…the athletes of the 278th Kanto Pokemon League Indigo Conference competition!" The announcer's voice boomed, causing the entire arena to erupt into cheers. With that utterance the trainers started entering the stadium, waving and acknowledging to the thousands of spectators. This night was for everyone who loved Pokemon and the thrill of watching them battle.

Once the trainer procession had ended, the announcer spoke once again. "Ladies and gentlemen, the torch has entered the stadium!" Sebastian, with Espeon by his side, entered through the tunnel. The competing trainers formed a path, and he ran straight down the middle, listening to his fellow competitors cheer him on. He made it up the stairs, slowly ascending towards the cauldrons. This was the moment everyone was waiting for.

There was a whoosh of air that nearly blew him over. The entire arena rose almost twenty degrees. Sebastian lowered the arm he had used to shield his face and his jaw nearly came unhinged. He was at a loss for words so the announcer said it for him. "Unreal ladies and gentlemen! The actual Moltres, Legendary Pokemon of Flame has come for the opening ceremony! This is a once in a lifetime event, and a true sign this will be a memorable competition!"

Moltres landed above the cauldron, watching with a slight hint of amusement as Sebastian recovered his wits. He bowed low to Great Bird of Fire. "It's a great honor for you to come, Moltres! I hope we give you a show worth remembering!" He said, touching the flame to the kindling. Moltres let out a loud screech, launching a Flamethrower into the bowl. The flame blazed to life.

Great flaming wings spread and Moltres launched into the sky. It circled once, its eyes falling on every trainer before gracefully flying into the evening sky, its mark now permanently burned into the heart and soul of everyone present.