User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-27103443-20150515001908

''Hawkwing slows his blistering speed, he is very near the lands where the escapees landed. Goldenheart, still perched on his back, peers off into the distance. She spots the landing pad.''

Goldenheart: There! I see them!

Hawkwing: Perfect! ''Hawkwing angles his way towards the landing pad and is about to take off when Goldenheart lets out a scream of pain. Her head feels as if it is being split open, a malicious voice sounds.''

???: Corruption...catalyst...catalyst...fires...ashes...nothing...

Goldenheart: My head!