ProfessorDLC

I see. So you have decided to stay a little longer? Very well. Then in exchange, allow me to formally introduce myself. My name is Raphael Cervantes. I summoned you here, in exchange for something you desired. You will wake up, and find whatever object you sought in the palm of your hand. That, I shall guarantee.

I suppose you must be tired from answering my questions, so allow me to tell you a tale instead. It is about this place you find yourself in.

This is Caliz, the very heart of Furia. We currently sit in the lowest depths in the entire region. This specific location, surrounded in black mud and bereft of life, is a grave. A grave for three.

You see, there were once five children. They all belonged to the same village, but were of different families. One of them was a little girl, daughter of village chief. She was kind and accepting of others, yet she was also very naïve.
There was also a god. Long ago, it is said that this god had created Furia. It parted the seas, brought forth the land, sparked the embers of new life and called for the wind to spread it all across our homeland. It is then that the little girl's village was founded.
Yet the god had tired from the act of creation, and thus fell to slumber. It entrusted to the village chief a sacred treasure in it's own likeness. That treasure was said to be able to reawaken the god and restore it's power. And yet it is said that the god would never awaken again.
Five children descended here, to the god's resting place. The four other children had convinced the little girl to take the treasure in secret, hoping to reawaken their deity. Children are innocent, after all.
Too much so.
After all, it was not their plan to start with. Children are so very easy to deceive, especially by their own scheming parents.
Five children descended with the treasure, and four were thrown out. The little girl clutched onto the treasure so tightly, yet she had already been caught in the trap. She held and held and held even as the adults tried to tear it away.
In the scuffle, the treasure shattered into four. From the god's sleeping form split off the waters, the land, the flames and the wind. The destruction wrought forth that day still scars the land even now, and the memory of the tragedy are buried deep within the heart of all Furians.
That little girl never made it out. In the cataclysm, she had been buried here alone. She cursed the world and its people with all her heart as she died. She cursed the children who deceived her. She cursed the adults who stole from her. But more than anything, the little girl cursed herself.

An unpleasant story, you say? Ah. I remember an old friend saying the same to me once before.

Twenty years ago, I had compiled this story together with her. We spent a long time gathering information, examining local stories, and filling in the blanks through speculation.

...

How brutal the passing of time can be.
>> What does Furia look like to you, as an outsider?

To me, it is a collection of mistakes. Sins that have long since piled up so high that they blot out the sun. A history so drenched in blood and filth that it must be written anew. My old friend spent her life attempting to cleanse this place, bit by bit. She was a saint beyond all measure. Stronger than any other! And yet!

And yet. Even she met her end here in this accursed place. I'm sure that even in her final moments she looked towards the future. I can't accept it. I refuse to accept it.

Enough. I tire of this farce and you have already served your purpose. Now, there is one final duty for you to perform.

Four years ago, two of the strongest trainers in this region fought here. During the battle, it seems that the beast sealed below began to awaken. It is that curse, the wretched corpse of a dead god, that took Arete from this world.

I intend to correct that mistake. Starting with you, otherworlder. The beast, through its mud, seeks a new form. Through its mud, it has already crawled through your memories and found a more fitting shape. Turn around. I'm sure you're more familiar with that creature than I.

>> From behind you emerges a figure from the mud, squirming and convulsing as it takes the shape of a Legendary/Mythical Pokemon that your OC has encountered before. This is either the one they fear most, or the one they consider the most powerful. What is it, and why?