(By an anonymous writer.)
Cynthia, a 26-year old woman, threaded her way through the rainforest's luxuriant verdure as the sun peeked through the manifold gaps in its canopy, lancing shafts of flavescent light through those thin apertures and aurifying parts of the forest floor. In some parts, the leaves appear to be alight with golden flames. Occasionally, her long crimson hair caught the sun's aurulent beams of light, which caused it to shimmer with a bright, carmine gleam. But it was her emerald eyes that told a different story, for they glinted with determination, as if she wanted to complete some arduous task.
It has been several days since her superiors had ordered her to venture into this forest to look for some more clues regarding some ancient magical coins.
She had no problem with it, for she was of the adventurous sort who enjoyed braving the unknown and manifold dangers that adventures usually had, but she didn't want to partake in this particular journey for several reasons. She didn't enjoy the hot, humid air that usually permeated the rainforest's atmosphere, and she certainly didn't enjoy having to sleep on the forest's floor or having mosquitoes circle furtively around her, hoping to get a quick meal before flitting away in secret. But, most of all, she was greatly aggrieved by her superiors' choice of companion who would accompany her on this journey.
"Hey, wait up! Stop! I command you to stop!" shouted an imperious voice behind her.
A young woman with long black hair sprinted out of the bushes and joined Cynthia, panting and sweating as she approached.
This woman was Charlotte. She was also a 26-year old woman, who used to be Cynthia's best friend and confidant in college. After they had graduated, they both found employment in the same place, and Charlotte slowly climbed the ranks and became Cynthia's boss. Ever since her promotion, she had become cold, peremptory and overbearing, especially towards Cynthia, straining the last vestiges of their relationship.
Cynthia carefully regarded and studied her with her emerald-green eyes. Charlotte was a beautiful woman who had long black hair that trailed all the way down to the middle of her waist and violet eyes that gleamed like two amethysts on her face. She wore a thin, white headband to keep her hair in place above her head. She appeared to be soused in sweat due to her rush to catch up with Cynthia.
Cynthia felt ambivalent when it came to Charlotte, for she still dwelled on the good things that had happened during their time in college, but Charlotte never mused about such things, for she focused solely on her career, believing that one must be imperious and peremptory to earn the respect of her subordinates.
"I said slow down! Listen to me, or I'll report you immediately to my superiors!" Charlotte yelled, her voice clearly displaying her domineering attitude and peremptory haughtiness.
Cynthia rolled her eyes before replying, "Well. I apologize, your Majesty, but we're currently on a schedule. The sooner we complete our mission, the sooner we can return home."
Charlotte then said, her voice laced with a reproaching tone, "Your Majesty? Are you mocking me?"
Cynthia responded in vexation, "No. Let's just continue with our trip."
Cynthia then continued pressing forward, seemingly trying to ignore Charlotte as she deftly moved forward, carefully avoiding the multitudinous branches and twigs that might scrape her skin.
Charlotte's violet eyes remained on Cynthia as she traversed away from her, and then she sighed and gazed at the ground, wondering how their relationship became like this.
"It wasn't supposed to be like this," Charlotte muttered to herself.
Charlotte had a secret that she couldn't tell Cynthia. A secret that might repair the last vestiges of their friendship or completely destroy it. She had feelings for Cynthia that went beyond just simple friendship and beyond the relationship between boss and subordinate. But Charlotte couldn't admit these feelings to herself, nor could she tell Cynthia that she had these feelings for her. She was fearful of how Cynthia would react if she found out, so she concealed them deep within herself and used an imperious veneer in an attempt to hide these feelings from Cynthia. But it only strained their relationship even further.
Charlotte then shook her, seemingly breaking herself out of her musings and hurried forward to catch up with Cynthia.
They pressed onward in silence. During their trek, Cynthia remained silent, whereas Charlotte was barking orders at her. They weaved their way through the verdant greenery, taking heed of the lattices of boughs and branches that might catch and entangle their long strands of hair. Ferns and other leafy plants parted before their path as they advanced forward, brushing against their hands and vestments as they passed by. Animals would scamper away furtively as they heard their approaching footfalls.
Eventually, the blanket of dried leaves on the forest floor gave way to an expanse of soft moss, which padded their footfalls, rendering them quieter.
The sun was slowly beginning to sink beneath the horizon, and they eventually stumbled upon something that piqued their interest.
What did they stumble upon?
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