"In an older time, in an older place, in an Equestria that is both young and harsh...the thoughtless actions of others shall set one pony onto a path that can only end in death."

What makes Lunar Guards different from the others? Why are they often batponies? Has it always been that way?
There is a strange old pony who might be able to answer your questions, and then answer those you haven't thought to ask yet. There is only one thing he needs to know: Do you like stories?

This is a story is an experiment of sorts, but in short it is broken into relatively smaller 'parts' rather than proper chapters.

Ever since she was a foal, sixteen year old Night Wisp felt like she was a normal pegasus, granted one without a cutie mark. Her parents never said something was wrong about her unusual ability, other than to refrain from using it outside of their home. There was nothing wrong with that, was there?
But when a freak accident occurs and her ability causes the startling death of her closest friend, her entire world is turned upside-down, and she must make a choice: run from what she doesn't understand, or seek out the truth about magic that some would rather leave hidden in the shadows. After all, some things are hidden for a reason...and strange things lay waiting in the darkness.
(This is my first fanfic, so any constructive criticism is welcome.)