Yinyun Giranite's One With Burning Soul

One With Burning Soul. That is my name. I do not remeber how I recieved it, except that it was from a Sage. Now, how I came to live with YinYun.Giranite is an interesting story and one I do not mind sharing. Few of us exist, to many we are simply called Moltres. In a parallel universe we are known as the Guardians of Mt Blaze. I was born different from my bretheren, and so was denied the right to take on that sacred duty. I also asked to become one of the three ruled by Lugia but was turned away once again for my shimmering coat of pale red. Cursed they called me. Drenched by slain foes and unwanted were other names used. Every molting season I hoped to become the pale gold of my family and every year I was denied. Eventually I even thought of going to Victory Road. Turnover rate there was high from chosen ones catching us but I was deemed too different. Desperate to belong I took to the skies. All pokemón avoided me even the lowliest of the pidgey. I was tossed aside by many, and when I greeted teainers they would throw balls at me and cheer about a prize. I hayed that, and vowed I would never be caught and battled like some common rattata. For months, years, ages I flew. I wasnt sure what i was looking for but I knew whatever it was I had not found it yet. After what seemed like ages of traveling, from Kanto to Fiore and into a tunnel to Alola I finally found my home. A trainer was sitting outside with his pokemon, feeding them all berries. Well aware that I could not hide for long with my coat I flew up high and watched. He just sat there, a clutch of eggs at his sidside nestled warmly together and passing out berries from a seemily never ending stack. His pokemon were not caged or in balls. They seemed free to frolick in fields and safety. I at that point wondered if he would allow me a home. He must have seen me long hefore I thought he did, for a berry was waiting for me in his hand. It was sweet, like sugar but filling like a meal. It was one of the best berries I had tasted Though I was cautious while eating the trainer never made a move to capture me, seemingly content to watch from a distance. As suprised as I was at that, I was stunned when he, in perfect pokemón, invited me to stay. "My name is Yinyun.Giranite and I have a field you may enjoy," the trainer said happily. "It is filled with others like you. You will never be hunted again." Afraid to speak and ruin my chance I inclined my head in a thank you as the trainer took his eggs back inside He did not try to force me to stay nor try to pluck a feather. He had truly given me free choice. Of course I stayed, who wouldn't?