When a pony soldier gets caught doing recon inside a griffon outpost, He fears his life is over...only...the griffoness whose caught him seems interested...in other things.

Gilda starts receiving love letters from an anonymous creature. She's both confused and excited about it, no one's ever shown interest in her before! Hmm, why won't the writer meet her in person?

We are her shadow, we are her voice. We, of leather wings and cat like eyes, who pray you dream while we guard the night. We are the night guard, we are bat ponies.... And I, I am alone.

What if fear isn't the hardest thing to conquer? What if it is Life? Nightmare Moon will not to be denied an answer.

The fear of death can make many questionable choices seem like the right one.

To find hidden truths, one must dig deep... but how deep would you be willing to go for it?