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Topher sat about a mile outside of the league headquarters, reflecting. The ocean breeze of the island played with his hair a bit. It was peaceful, as if the natural world was telling him it was all a bad dream. Things were so wrong now. All of this fighting...it was pointless. Striking at his friends, it was tearing him apart. He cared nothing for violence, fighting, war. He wanted peace. The world was a beautiful place, yet...his own friend, Verin, was seeking it's destruction. He wasn't really sure if he hated him as he claimed, maybe he was just lashing out because he felt betrayed. The ones he loved, used as tools by someone he had shared fond memories with. It was heart wrenching, driving him to places he had never been before. Yet, something about this calm helped him forget that. He imagined himself with his friends again, enjoying their company; with Rishiki, watching the ocean waves.

He was glad no one was around, he had a reputation to uphold, as an Elite among the island's trainers. In his thoughts, tears came to his eyes. Why did they have to fight, why was this happening? How could he make them understand? He put on a strong face when in battle, in the presence of those that followed him. But in reality, it was in many ways a lie. He was just as scared and confused as the most inexperience of trainers were.

Catching a glimpse of something approaching in the distance, he turned to see Hellgar approaching him. As the Houndoom walked up, Toph noticed he was carrying a letter. Taking it, he began to pet the hound Pokemon. "What you got here Hellgar?" He open the letter to read it's shocking words. LF was leaving, and he wanted Toph to lead the PWF in this war? But...he didn't want to fight at all, how could he lead an army? Then his surprise grew. Purge...he had left Purge. Quickly he stood to his feet, looking down at Hellgar he smiled. "You better go catch him boy, he's getting close to the bay by now." The Dark Pokemon barked out as he darted off. Toph turned and walked toward the headquarters.

Stepping inside the room, he froze to see Purge, sitting in a corner...deep in meditation. The creature was once known as Mewtwo, but LF had found him, taken him in, given him a name, a life. A life beyond the test tubes and wires. For this, he was grateful. A voice spoke in the young man's head, the voice of Purge, and his powerful telekinesis. "Toph, LF says I'm to follow your orders." Topher nods, he wasn't sure why, Purge wasn't even looking at him. "Yeah, it's in this letter. We...I...I really need your help Purge. Even with Darkrai, I don't know if I can do this." Purged was reading his thoughts, his feelings. He knew this. Purge sought to comfort him. "Your conflicted, your love for your friends, and for Rishiki, they drive you onward. But a small part of you, doesn't want to hurt Verin. I understand how that could be troublesome. You may be forced to decided what's most important to you, because things may never be the way they were. I trust I know as well as you do what's most important to you. But to me, what's most important, is to follow the wishes of a friend. So I lend my power to you, no matter your choice." Toph closed his eyes and reflected on the Mew clone's words. It was wise, so much more intelligent than a human could ever be. Quietly he spoke before leaving the room. "Thanks...Purge."