November 30th, Year 1, Institute of War, Snack Bar

I wasn't picked for the entire day, for any matches.

I was in a foul mood, ever since I woke up, maybe that had to do with my pick rate. You know those days when you wake up, and suddenly everything feels out of place and you're dissatisfied with everything in the world that even the slightest distraction will cause you to put up a fit for no reason? Well, today was one of those days.

I just woke up to a bright sunny day. Naturally I'm not a big fan of the sun, but today was especially nasty. The sun was shining so bright that I felt irritated just looking at it. I decided the best thing to do was to take one of my books, and throw it towards the sun. I threw the book with such force that the book hit the window, shattered the glass, and flew out of my room. What a shame, it was one of the few personal belongings I had, and I never found my book that day.

The shattered glass naturally drew a lot of attention. Some of the staff from the Institute came over, so I barked at them for a new window. Since champions were treated like guests of honor, the staff couldn't help but obey my orders, but I could feel them getting annoyed. So I yelled at them to hurry up, and the staff members disappeared from my view.

I waited a good ten minutes before someone returned with a piece of glass, which was supposed to be my new window. Apparently it was her first day working for the Institute, which I will later find out, even though I never found out her name. Not satisfied with the time she took, I waited till she entered my room, gripped the door, and slammed it so hard that the hinges broke off. Scary right? Now that I think about it, I must have been really irritated to do something like that. Anyhow, the door broke, and she dropped the glass, which shattered in my room.

That didn't please me at all. I yelled at her, calling her useless, and threatened to file a report for attempted assassination if she didn't clean this mess by the time I came back from breakfast. I also told her to clean my room, but leave everything in place, otherwise a job won't be the only thing she's going to be lacking. She quickly bowed down, and pleaded me to spare her and her job. Well, whatever, I didn't particularly care, I wanted a new window, and I wanted a clean room, and I didn't want to do any of the work.

I went to breakfast, ordered my usual combo, and started eating. One of the Noxus champions, Sion the Undead Juggernaut, sat at the end of the table. Not feeling pleased, I stood up, walked to Sion, and told him to get off my table. At first he didn't react, so I took his beverage, and chugged it down in front of him. That got him upset, and he stood up. Sion was a giant, so he easily towered over me, but I going to back down. The situation got so tense that the rest of the Noxus champions actually came and held Sion back, they told him to calm down, that a fight wasn't worth his time. I interpreted as being called worthless, I shouted something about Darius having a big weapon to compensate for something. That got Darius' temper flaring. As soon as he raised his axe, the Demacians champions came, also jumped in, calling Darius a barbarian. I was feeling proud for having allies. Darius was really about to lose his temper. A fight was really about the break out between two factions in the dining hall, with me being the center of attention.

Until Vessaria Kolminye, one of the summoners part of the Council of Equity, the highest position at the Institute, came to see the commotion, and told us to stand down. Everyone left to their own table, with Sion switching tables. I felt very proud of what I have done, at least, I felt proud at the time. Now that I look back, it was a very immature thing to do, definitely not something a champion of the League would do.

Well I wasn't satisfied. I went back to my room, and having seen that it was thoroughly cleaned, I took my Moon Silver Blade, and took a stroll. I purposely bumped into summoners, especially those who held stacks of documents, and left without an apology. I kept bumping into people, until I bumped into Zyra; the Rise of Thorns. She didn't say anything, and didn't react. That put me on edge, I didn't get a reaction out of her like I wanted, like I have done with everyone else I bumped into. So I turned, and called her some mix between a rose that pricks, which I thought was rather witty at the time. No reaction. That was it, I lost it. I raised my blade a bit, and started fast-walking towards Zyra. People around us could feel the tense atmosphere, many of them shuffled away to give me space. I could see a thorn coiling around one of Zyra's arms, but I didn't care. I had a blade, she was a twig. I was a warrior, she was a plant, I step on numerous plants without batting an eyelid.

That was the closest I came to getting into an unnecessary fight that day. Zyra turned, arms out, ready to fling her Grasping Roots. On the other hand, I was feeling the urge to throw up my Pale Cascade. I could feel the bloodlust seeping into me, and I wanted to fight. I was ready, Zyra was ready, it seemed like a battle was inevitable.

An old man passed by between us. His frail form distracted me, and both Zyra and I lowered our arms. The old man seemed to pay no attention to the situation around him, he just took his time. I wanted to yell at him, telling him to move faster, but the man turned towards Zyra, gave her a parcel, and told her to deliver the parcel to his son. Then he turned to me, and told me to follow him. That surprised me, and all the bloodlust and the urge to fight was gone. I followed the old man to a snack stand; which was called the "Snack Bar". The man went behind the counter and told me to order a snack.

There was no menu, so I told the old man that I don't even know what is being offered. That didn't bother him. He proceeded to ask a series of question, as if attempting to make a conversation. I assumed he was trying to fix me a snack based on my answers, so I proceeded to answer his questions as best as I can.

It was actually quite fun. This old man was quite knowledgeable in history, and he knew about the bad blood between the Lunari and Solari. Although he doesn't have more information that I currently possess, he certainly had an interest in archeology. We gradually shifted our conversation to archeology in general, and he began telling me stories of his younger days, when he was an adventurer searching for treasures. The world seemed a lot simpler back then.

I figured we chatted for a long time, because the sun was setting. Not wanting to be the one to end the conversation, I kept trying to think of new things to add. The man proceeded to convey an important lesson; that everything will happen at the rightful moment in time. Just like many morals and lessons, this one seemed self evident, and at the moment, I didn't think of much. The old man reached into his cart, and brought out a package, and told me not to open it until I reached my dorm. Not wanting to spoil this snack, I did exactly what I was told.

And it hit me. For the past month, I've thought I could control my destiny, but I never thought of just letting go, and let things play out. I've always been focused on getting stronger because being strong was the only thing I knew, it gave me control of my life. But as soon as things were out of hands, I seem to give up, because I can no longer control the situation. This old man was telling me a new way to live, that I should just accept things that are out of my control, and simply let them happen. I should broaden my expectations, because not everything is going to play out the way how I like it.

I opened the package, and found out it was a chocolate bar. It tasted quite normal, but this was a reminder that even the smallest and most insignificant events, are events that I have no control, and I should just let it happen. Who knows, sometimes good things can happen to those that wait. I realized my foul mood was gone, I was feeling quite chirpy.

~Diana