Long ago, when the people of the Lunari were wiped out by the Solari, only one was able to escape. Being caught by the Solari would end up in the worst possibility, death. Because of this, the young man wore a purple cloak over his head, to hide the sign of the Lunari on his forehead. Nobody knew where the boy had gone. But, over countless years, he found himself traveling through the Shuriman Desert, Demacia, the slums of Noxus, and anywhere that you think a certain explorer would go. He wanted to let others know about the Lunari, or at least find another one that was just like him. But alas, he failed every time.
While wandering in the ruins of the Lunari temples, he found a woman with hair as white as the shine of the moon. He watched as she put on the ancient armor behind a wall, and how it perfectly fit her amazed him. He wanted to go talk to her; to welcome her into the Lunari culture, but the next day she showed the Lunari artifacts to the Solari elders. He knew what would happen; she'd be sentenced to death.
Upon her execution, he watched in the shadows. As he spectated her, he could almost hear her pleading to the moon for its strength. He bit his lip, anticipating the worst.
His eyes widened when a Lunar rush of power shone down upon her. Her shackles had shattered, and her eyes were glowing the color of the full moon. A cold breeze blew by as the sign on her forehead was shining brighter and brighter. The boy watched her as she took her Crescent blade and slaughtered her elders with the new Lunar power she held inside of her.
Later on, the temple had been crumbled into ruins. With amounts of blood dripping off her Crescent blade, she walked out of the temple. Her eyes were full of rage and distrust. The boy took this as his chance to meet her, a fellow Lunari.
He stepped out of the shadows and walked slowly towards her with his cloak hiding his face. Only his mouth could be seen in the moonlight. She stopped her walk instantly as he came into view. She held out her Crescent blade towards him, which made him flinch back. But he still kept walking towards her.
She felt some sort of intimidation and took a step back; ready to attack when needed. But it wasn't needed at all.
Before they were a few feet away from each other, the boy flipped his cloak off. His eyes were glowing slightly with the color of blue. The bangs of his black hair blocked the shining sign on his forehead, but to the girl, she could already sense that he was Lunari. Her eyes widened a bit as she stared at him in awe.
"I thought all of the Lunari disappeared." That was the only thing that she could say.
He took his hands up to his bangs so he could show the sign clearly. He shook his head as a reply to her statement. "Well, what you thought was a lie. Not all of us has disappeared. Until now, I've been the only one left…"
She set her blade onto the ground and sat down. He did the same.
"...Who are you?" She asked as the two made eye contact. Her eyes were still wide with awe.
"...I could ask you the same question. Also, why would someone from the Solari convert to the Lunari?" He broke eye contact and stared at the ground, playing with a small rock he found.
"I've always found solace and guidance in the night sky. I just felt that the Lunari was where I belong." She sighed as a cool, slow breeze blew against them. Her hair flowed gently through the wind. "I'm...Diana."
He looked up when she mentioned her name. "The Chosen of the Moon…" He murmured. He yawned a bit and then stood up. "It seems like time has gone by a bit. I guess it's time for me to go." He turned around and started walking away, putting his cloak back on his head.
"Wait!"
He turned around and faced her. Now, his eyes glowed brighter than when they had first encountered. Diana held out her hand towards him, wanting to know more about him. He was part of the Lunari after all.
"You never told me what your name was." She stared at him.
He smiled in reply. "I'm Nathan, the Prophet of the Moon. Come along if you want, but be careful." He turned around with his cloak gliding in the wind.
Diana picked up her Crescent blade, and hesitated a bit. But in the end, she found herself walking alongside him, on the search for a new moon.