November 1st, Year 1, Institute of War, Champion Dorms
Dear Diary,
I didn't want to write this at first, but my arche-nemesis, Leona, has actually made a suggestion that writing a diary helps with organizing thoughts. For once, I actually wanted to hug Leona, rather than punch her in the face.
At first, I thought this was going to be another ridiculous idea, since it sounded very childish. How can a diary entry be useful in battle?! However, the Radiant Dawn insisted with a surprising determination, so I decided to try it.
This is my first entry ever, so I don't really know what to expect. I guess I just write down what happened to me throughout the day. Leona told me the best time to write a diary entry is at night, when everything is done, when the mind is relaxed.
First, a little bit about myself. Everyone knows of my tragic back story, the one where I was banished from the Solari for following the Moon. Some people say I got crazy from watching the Moon too much, but those people are never around for long. Anyways, my back story is pretty common knowledge, but what they don't know is, aside from fighting on the Fields of Justice, I actually have hobbies! Despite my tattoos and my looks, I actually have an interest in fashion! Not something one would expect from a fanatic of the Moon. I also enjoy reading as a hobby, fishing, and hanging out. Well, I used to enjoy hanging out. I'm not a very popular amongst the champions, most would avoid any eye contact with me.
And not just with champions, I'm pretty unpopular amongst summoners as well. Compared to the more popular, and I guess, more charming champions such as Ahri, Katarina, Caitlyn, even Leona, what do they have that I don't? I'm strong, I'm focused, and I have a solid skill set. I build like a tank while I hit like an assassin, I work out just to keep my shape. Yet, despite all my efforts, no summoner has picked me in a long time.
As for my home, I have nowhere to go. I fight a solo war against an entire civilization, a civilization that used to be my home until they forsaken my beliefs. I still remember my childhood friend, he was a cool guy, nice to girls and polite to the elders, and of course, a potent warrior. He quickly rose through the ranks of the Solari until he was chosen to serve the elders as a Royal Solari Guard. I still remember him because he was present when the Solari had deemed me a heretic, in fact, he was chosen to be the executioner. Whether it was intentional by the elders, it mattered not, he disobeyed orders when the elders commanded him to execute me. It was then that the Moon's power enveloped my body, and I burst forth with lunar power. I know not of what happened to him, but I do pray he is safe. Maybe we could've been more than friends if I didn't pursue my quest for knowledge.
I think that's enough for a first entry. Hopefully something good happens tomorrow. Or just something, my life is pretty boring as it is.
~Diana, the Scorn of the Moon