These events take place in the 12th book's prologue. (From Luna's POV)
"I'm worried about my little brother," Luna said, throwing the seashell into the ocean. She tried to blink back the swelling tears in her eyes as she glanced out upon the ocean. "And Swordtail. He must be losing his mind." Her mind tingled at the thought. He would be losing his mind.
"Qibli will think of something," Moon said encouragingly. Luna knew the strange dragon was trying to make her feel better, although it wasn't really working. "He usually does." She hesitated as Luna's heart leapt into her throat. "Luna. . . I don't know if it's a good idea to tell you this, but I've been hearing a prophecy in my head."
Luna gasped softly as her wings twitched with excitement. A prophecy! Her thoughts sang. Like Clearsight's! "A prophecy?" Luna echoed, trying her best not to grin widely in delight.
"It started with my vision of you in Jerboa's hut. I could hear a few words-and now, whenever I'm with you it gets clearer. I don't completely understand it. And I'm afraid it might scare you." Moon winced and glanced down at Luna. The mystery continues...
I'm not easily scared," Luna said, awaiting the tensity in the air to drop as Moon spoke the words of the future. "Please tell me."