Moonshadow: The Full Saga
Her palms tingled where they touched the soil.
High above, the bright sky had shifted almost imperceptibly. A thin veil of cloud began to drift across the sun, softening its glare. As the light dimmed, the air cooled, and there—faint, ghostly—Luna could just make out the pale suggestion of the moon.
It hovered low and washed-out, nearly invisible against the bright day, but once she'd seen it, she couldn't unsee it: a fragile crescent, looking down on her.