Pokemon | Heartgold Xenophobia

"This isn't protection," Lyra said, her voice shaking. "This is fear. You're making Johto smaller."

"They're starting with the common ones," Silver said, his voice low. "The ones that could pass for Johtoan if you squint. And when no one stops them, they'll move to the ones that can't hide. Zoroark. Haxorus. Then what? The trainers who own them?" pokemon heartgold xenophobia

It would be something far better. It would be whole. "This isn't protection," Lyra said, her voice shaking

Not all of them, of course. But enough. Trainers from the far-off Unova region, with their oddly geometric Pokémon—the stoic, dark-furred Zorua, the strange, multi-eyed Elgyem—began to appear on Routes 33 and 34. They were polite, for the most part. They sought to challenge the Goldenrod Gym, to see the famed Bell Tower. But to the elders of Kanoko, their Pokémon were… wrong. They didn't feel like real Pokémon. They had no history in Johto. They had no place in the old stories. "The ones that could pass for Johtoan if you squint

Silver, whose own origin as Giovanni's son had made him a target of suspicion for years, took a different approach. He began secretly documenting everything. The blacklist of "undesirable species" circulating among the Saffron Gate guards. The coded messages on the PokéGear network about "cleansing" the Safari Zone. He showed Lyra a list: Drilbur, Tympole, Venipede, Cottonee. Banned from Johto's borders.

Instead, she took out her PokéGear and pressed a single button. A message she and Silver had prepared, linked to every trainer she'd ever traded with—from Sinnoh, Hoenn, Kalos, Alola. She had beaten the Champion. She had captured Lugia. She had walked through the distortion of the Sinjoh Ruins. She had friends everywhere.