The old man wouldn't meet her eyes. "It's not about the Egg, child. It's about the bloodline. We don't know what those… creatures… are bringing in. Sickness. Bad luck. Professor Elm says there's no science to it, but Elm isn't from here. He's from Kanto."
Granny Aya smiled. "I've protected this. You're young, dear. You think a Pokédex is a window. It's not. It's a cage. We finally have the chance to close it before too many strange birds fly in." pokemon heartgold xenophobia
"You've done this," Lyra said, not a question. The old man wouldn't meet her eyes
The message read: Johto needs you. Bring your Pokémon. All of them. We'll meet at the Ilex Forest shrine at dawn. We don't know what those… creatures… are bringing in
Lyra never learned to love every Pokémon. Some still felt strange to her. But she learned that xenophobia wasn't a battle to be won. It was a forest fire to be prevented, one small act of connection at a time. And as she stood on the edge of the Ilex Forest, watching a wild Zorua tentatively play with a group of Pichu, she knew: Johto would never be pure again.