User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-27103443-20150505115410

''Silverheart just snickers. ''I do love that Pinkie Pie...

''Strongheart, who was just about to leave the castle on his run, hears Golden Age's shriek. ''Goldie!?

Strongheart does a quick one-eighty, and barrels back to Goldfin's room, Malice floats in the air beside him.

Malice: This is what I'm talking about! Bravery! Ha! Good luck, Strongheart...''Malice snaps his fingers and disappears. ''

''Strongheart reaches Golden Age's room and blows through the door. ''Goldie? Goldie, are you all right?

''In the foal's room, the shadowy form floats over the crib. Abbadon chuckles. ''How innocent...How weak. I need them at peak physical and mental condition. Luckily, their father Acolyte has just the device for the job.

''Abbadon pulls out what looks like a pistol, with many devices sprouting from it. ''An aging gun, how perfect! The problem is, aging backwards is very difficult, even Acolyte can't do it. But aging forward, that's much easier.

''Abbadon looks at the black and white foals sleeping in the crib. ''I wonder...which one will take after their mother, and which their father...I do believe that Goldenheart will control ice and light, while Hawkwing controls fire and darkness. I think that would be quite funny, don't you Incubus.

''Abbadon holds up the jar containing the wisp of black smoke. ''Yes, very much so. Now, do it. Then we can start trying to corrupt them at a later date.

''Abbadon nods. ''Yes, old friend. ''Abbadon lifts the gun to eye level, and squeezes the trigger. A green bolt of energy erupts from the gun, striking both the foals. The green light fills the entire room. Abbadon's laughter echoes through the halls of JLE's HQ...''