Unwanted Luna Reborn at Seventeen
Lyra
It was the night of a lunar eclipse.
The moon did not cast its pale light across the forest, and yet strangely, it wasn’t dark. No, it was a strange, grayscale sort of light—not silver and glowing like a full moon, but rather everything was contrasted, like someone had put a black and white filter over the world.
On a night like tonight, no one should have been able to shift. The lunar eclipse was a night of quiet reflection, of diminished magic. The Moon Goddess was in the midst of her slumber, and no one dared wake her.