Diana gave a heavy sigh, her armor wearing on her even more than before. Nights have gone by since her escape and the burning of the city, she was able to move through the Morgon Pass without trouble. However, the landscape change drastically and now her feet sunk with each step. The stallion behind her had more trouble, clopping around the marsh land with loud stomps and nervous neighs. She tugged at his reins again, wondering if the horse was just too much trouble. She could always just leave the stallion. She took a look back at the dappled grey creature, his eyes wide and nostrils flaring. No, she was not some monster.

The sun above bore down heavily on the woman, as if it knew the sins she committed against it. A thought crossed her mind, would the sun appear to her? Strike her where she stood for her crimes? Her lips gave a small twitch, how wondrous that would be.

Diana didn't know where exactly she was heading. During her days in Solari, she tried to accustom herself with the outside land Runeterra but she found it hard to keep focus. Now, she regretted that choice. North was the direction she was headed, that she knew, but what lied north was beyond her. Her palm tingled slightly, wanting the feel of her blade once more. She loved and hated how the feeling was. She didn't want to become a cold blooded killer, which was not her choice. But the way it felt, taking the lives of those who wronged her, those who wronged her ancestors, it was exhilarating. Her mission was the put to rest the Dawn, those who ended up in her way would not stay there for very long.

Her stomach gave a low growl, nipping and draining the strength in her legs. Diana paused, silver eyes passing over the large grassy land. In the very distance, she could make out a strange shape in the sky. A mountain, she guessed, and where they are mountains there is hard land and water. She found a solid area, patch of grass to let the horse graze for the while as she removed her armor. It was something she had to do, each stop she made was a resting point for her body but her mind still had to work. She flipped open a leather bag, pulling out the provisions she packed.

While she nibbled on the dry bread a long screech came from over the blue sky. Slowly, she watched the hawk above circle around her before gliding away. Something about the bird put a stone in her stomach. She wrapped up her food, grabbing her sword and the horse. Where the hawk flew, she followed as fast as she could. Her legs were still tired and the horse still hungry but both pushed past that fact, maybe in hopes of a battle.

Diana glanced at the sky again, the hawk gone. She pursed her lips together, pausing in the fast paced trailing she issued. The horse pawed restlessly at the ground, feeling the bad sensation as she did. Swiftly, she drew her long curved weapon but only silence greeted her.

A moment passed and then another, she stayed tensed and ready for battle. She watched the long grass, the bushes and crooked trees. Maybe she was wrong, the bird was just a bird and nothing more. Diana narrowed her eyes, taking a step back. Once her foot touched a loud twang sounded to her right and an arrow embedded itself in her right shoulder. Thankfully, it couldn't pass her armor but she was certain it would bruise. With the sound of the attack, Diana moved to rush toward the bush that kept the hidden opponent but the stallion reared. A loud war cry fell behind her animal and a man, sword large and armor gleaming appeared.

Diana snarled, quickly snapping the arrow in half while looking at the large man. The stallion gave no hesitation and in a quick kick, the brawler was sent back with a heavy crash. Good thing she kept the horse. She threw herself towards the bush with the archer inside, slicing the long grass with her hooked sword. A blur of purple and another shot. Diana rolled away, skitting to her feet as she looked at the archer.

The woman doned strange apparel, a cross bow in her hands and black hair falling her helm. "Stand down!" She ordered. Diana rose slowly, noticing the man picking himself back up from the wicked kick. His armor was slightly dented and head bleeding but he appeared to be fine. He moved around the stallion, trying to grab the reins as he bucked.

"Damn it Quinn." The man growled, struggling. "Why won't this horse calm down?" The black haired woman never took her eyes from Diana,

"Garen, leave the animal alone. It will not harm us." She said confidently. Diana narrowed her eyes,

"Do not be certain of that." She answered coolly, saying a quick verse in her native tongue. It was an order that every bred war horse knew, to wait and watch. His hooves dug into the dirt but soon settled. Garen, the man in blue and gold, snorted as the stallion loyally moved over to Diana.

"That's settled." He said, "Now who are you?"

Diana arched a slim brow at his question. Telling them her purpose and name would give them a leverage over her. She could not risk such things now. Lying could appear useful in this situation but how long will she be able to keep with her lies? Lowering her weapon, she opted for the lies and prayed to the moon.

"I am Selene." She answered, "Mage of Solari."

Quinn lowered her bow, looking over Diana with skeptical eyes. "That armor does not appear to be Solari. Do you lie to us?"

Diana shook her head, "This armor I found in the ruins of Solari. I took it and fled, hoping no one would notice me"

"Ruins? What happened to the city?" Garen put in, sword tip pushing deep into the mud.

"An attack happened a couple nights before this. I do not remember much for I was out on an expedition. " Diana said, her voice full of sorrow. "When I returned to my home, it was nothing but ash and dust." Her silver eyes lifted to the warriors, "I am sorry but Solari has fallen."