Grazing proudly in the fields...
A mare slept soundly in a bare small room. Her name was Crescent, and she worked for the princesses as a guard during night-time.
She slept soundly, dreaming alone about the endless fields that she had back at home, until someone woke her up. They opened the curtains, and Crescent awoke to a flash of searing light, enough to move both her hooves to shield herself while the pony spoke.
“Your audience is required quickly Miss Crez. Luna has told me to wake you. Says she is tired from some issue, it sounds like trouble.”
An often-found situation in the ever-growing Equestria! Crescent wondered if she would ever get some beauty sleep. “I wish I could reject,” she slurred with her sleep-talk, lumbering on her words like a kitten would laze under the sun, “But I know my place... it's not my decision. Where am I going?”
“To Luna's court, where she waits within.”
A curious issue, but one that Crescent should have expected if not for her tired mind. “Huh,” said Crescent, “I'll be there as soon as I am able.”
A quest, perhaps? Luna's quests were nothing if not mysterious. It could be a problem close to home, a mare that's lost her filly, she thought, or it could be a foray into some far away field, where the griffons fly and wind-whipped grass grows wild beneath their wings.
She had done both before. Crescent had been one of Luna's guards for eighteen years now, and the job had taken her on many adventures far and wide, close and small. She rolled the dice in every task she took, but whatever those dice landed on, she took it. A strong willed and minded mare was she, but it often times got her stuck into all sorts of scary situations.
The messenger who stayed for only the shortest while left as quickly as she arrived. Crescent started making herself ready for the day, taking her bag from a short wooden stand. It's always me left with the big issues, as much as I love them. Will I ever get to sleep through a single morning?