Like tiny diamonds

Zhilakoa's heart raced as she stepped into the grand headquarters of the Order of the Oak, her eyes widening in awe at the sprawling courtyard and intricate stone carvings. The ancient magic that pulsed through the walls was palpable, and she could feel the weight of history and legacy in the air. As she entered the main hall, a sea of faces turned to greet her. The founders, wise and powerful celestials, smiled warmly, their eyes crinkling at the corners. Zhilakoa felt a surge of excitement and nerves as she was introduced to the various members, each with their unique stories and abilities.

There was Caliste, the lengua materna, with her gentle smile and wise eyes; Vulcan, the weapons master, with his rugged demeanor and piercing gaze; and more. As she shook hands and exchanged greetings, Zhilakoa felt a sense of belonging wash over her. These people, though strangers just moments before, now felt like old friends, united in their quest for justice and protection of the innocent. The founders led her on a tour of the headquarters, showcasing the ancient artifacts, mystical texts, powerful relics that lined the walls, and the tree of life. As Zhilakoa and Eryn broke from the crowd, they walked through the halls, turned a corner and ran into Ulysses. Eryn's eyes narrowed slightly, but he nodded in greeting. "Ulysses," Eryn said, his voice neutral. Ulysses smiled, his black eyes gleaming . "Eryn, dear brother. I see you're still keeping company with interesting individuals."

Zhilakoa felt a flicker of unease at Ulysses's tone, but Eryn just introduced her. "Zhilakoa, this is my brother, Ulysses. Ulysses, this is Zhilakoa, our new guardian." Ulysses's gaze turned to her, his eyes gazed over her with a calculating intensity. "Ah, Zhilakoa. A pleasure to meet you. I've heard a lot about your...abilities."

Zhilakoa's instincts told her to be wary of Ulysses, but she smiled politely and shook his hand. "The pleasure is mine." The tension between the brothers was evident, but Zhilakoa tried to keep the conversation light. "So, Ulysses, what brings you to the Order of the Oak? "Ulysses' smile turned cold. "Oh, just paying my respects to our father's legacy. And keeping an eye on things, of course." Zhilakoa's gaze lingered on Ulysses, her mind noting the striking differences between him and Eryn. Though they shared a similar pale skin tone, Ulysses's white hair and black eyes set him apart.

It wasn't until Fiona's whispered words that the puzzle pieces fell into place. "Ulysses was raised by Kaleeki, the former leader of the Order," she revealed, her voice barely audible over the din of the hall. "He grew up within these walls, under Kaleeki's guidance. That's why he always seems so...superior."

Caliste's warm smile and gentle eyes put Zhilakoa at ease as she explained the induction ceremony. "It's a sacred ritual, dear one, to welcome you into our fold. You'll be formally introduced to the Order, and we'll celebrate your arrival with a feast. "Zhilakoa asked "What feast?" Caliste chuckled. "Ah, the welcome dinner, of course! We always gather to honor our new members. You'll see."

Just then, Eryn appeared. "May I steal you away for a moment, Zhilakoa?" he asked, his voice low and smooth. Zhilakoa nodded, following him to a quiet corner of the hall. "I wanted to check on you," Eryn said, his eyes scanning her face. "And apologize for Ulysses's behavior. He can be...trying, at times. "Zhilakoa smiled, her heart warming to Eryn's thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Eryn. That means a lot to me."

Fiona, a lively and charming young woman, had been assigned earlier to assist Zhilakoa in settling into the Order's headquarters. She helped Zhilakoa prepare for the dinner, chatting excitedly about the latest gossip and rumors within the Order.As she helped Zhilakoa into the stunning red dress, Fiona couldn't help but exclaim over its beauty. The dress was a masterpiece of lace and silk, with intricate patterns woven into the fabric like threads of fire. The low neckline and see-through lace panels left little to the imagination, showcasing Zhilakoa's curves. The dress itself was a deep, rich red, like the color of a sunset over a summer horizon. The silver heels that accompanied it added a touch of glamour, their delicate straps glinting in the light like tiny diamonds.

Fiona's eyes shone with excitement as she helped Zhilakoa into the dress. "You look absolutely stunning, darling!" she exclaimed.

Zhilakoa made a breathtaking entrance at the dinner, as Caliste led her to the dining hall, where the feast was laid out. Her red dress commanding attention from all corners of the room. Silver heels glinted on her feet, adding a touch of glamour to her overall ensemble. The room was filled with laughter and conversation. As she scanned the room for Eryn, her eyes came up empty. Assuming he was running late, she took a seat and began to sample the exquisite cuisine. Minutes ticked by, and the room filled with the hum of conversation and clinking glasses. Just as she was starting to feel a pang of disappointment, the doors swung open and Eryn walked in, his black tuxedo tailored to perfection.

Zhilakoa's heart sank as she took in the mysterious woman by his side. Dressed in a black gown that seemed to blend with the shadows.

Zhilakoa's eyes met Eryn's, and the pain and jealousy that flashed across her face were undeniable. With a graceful smile, she rose from her seat and exited the hall, leaving behind a trail of whispers and wondering glances. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the ache in her heart and the haunting question: who was this woman, and why was Eryn with her?