Clover of the Moons

Three

Ali pushed that memory out of her head and took her gaze away from the moons. Her eyes stung as she glanced again at the first moon, the swirling patterns of her stone. Ali remembered when she searched her father's room for a last trace of her mother, only to find another yellow pebble with all the dots and dips of the second moon. Ali now knew the reason: the moons were now her parents, and their glows were only known to her. The first moon glowed a faint blue, and the second a yellow-green. Ali had tried to push her past away from her, with no luck. She was back here, in the cave, on the cliff, with the moons.
    Ali sighed, dropping her head in defeat. She would just have to live with her past. Still, she'd been away from this place so long. "I really thought I could do this. I really wanted to stop."
    Picking herself up, Ali gazed at the second moon, the dotted and dented surface she barely looked at. She always found herself gazing at the swirls of her "mother moon", but never found herself too interested in her "father moon".
    Ali focused her eyes, and narrowing her vision like her mother once taught her, the moon was so much closer, She saw those dots growing, until they were dots of swirls and stripes. Ali now realized the complexity of her "father moon", and realized how similar it was to her own father.
    Overwhelmed with grief, Ali slumped against the cliffside, her head in her knees and her slow sobbing echoing through the cave behind her.
    Ali had never been one for emotions. She barely ever talked after her parents had gone. But somehow grief was stronger than ever, and for once, she finally felt completely alone.

    Ali made her way to the darkest part of the cave. Her throat was closed after all that sobbing, and her eyes were red and puffy from crying. Ali once more reached into her pocket and brought out her last leaf of reincree. She would have to create some in the next night. Reincree only could be crafted in moonlight, and dawn was breaking it's way into the sky. However, not physically, of course, but somehow through the way the wind blew.
    Ali's eyes had dried now, and she now was puzzled by her since of knowledge of the wind. Looking toward the East, she saw where the sun was rising. However, it wasn't rising. It was still total darkness.
    Ignoring her strange feelings and accusing herself of just greif-crazy, Ali snapped her reincree and let the shadows consume her. With a numbing cold, Ali felt still, and despite the aching in her bones, Ali felt calm, like the shadows didn't bother her anymore.
    Why would they, she thought, when all I have left is them.

Is that foreshadowing I smell? No, I just wrote this a while ago and had to fix some things but left that in. Maybe she is just grief crazy. But I saw a continuity error from chapters one to three or so, and fixed that. Hope you're enjoying the rest of the book.