This is a collection of many short stories. There will be many short mysteries and if I think it may be confusing for some readers, in the end, there will be a paragraph explaining the story the way I intended it. Also, I might not be updating regul...
The sun dipped beneath the waves, signifying a close to the day and a welcome to the night. A cluster of clouds was creeping closer with every passing minute as if to show the growing sense of doom in the air. A flash of lightning illuminated the distinct shape of the island and caused a flicker of excitement in the bright blue eyes that belonged to a figure hidden among the branches of a thick, overgrown bush which seemed to create a barrier between the waves of the beach and the darkness of the jungle.
The figure rose from the underbrush, slowly and carefully as to not to disturb anything, and shook the numbness from their trembling legs before taking the first step into the shadows of the jungle.
Soon, the figure reached a clearing where they stopped in a pool of moonlight, revealing a fit middle-aged woman with her blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail. She was wearing black pants, army boots, and a shirt hidden underneath a dark grey vest with a dark-colored backpack slung over her left shoulder. She continued on, only looking back once to remark at the wonder she was leaving behind.
Not long after, the woman crouched at the edge of a second, larger, clearing seemingly inhabited by two dozen or so adobe huts, the largest of them was the size of a large shed. After she was satisfied with her inspection of the village, she darted behind the closest building and pressed herself against the dried concoction of straw and mud, fully aware of how exposed she was.
A man pushed the carpet away from one of the doorways nearby and the woman immediately lays down silently. The senior-looking man was wearing an animal pelt top, tied at the waist with a rope and sewn pants with raw seams. The man began to slowly walk down the well-used dirt path, stopping to gaze at the stars before heading back to his hut. The woman waited, lips tightly shut into a thin line until the light went off in his house before continuing on her mission.
She then sat upright and took a bulky package from her pack glancing around before she unwrapped it. Stuffing the packaging paper into her bag, she set the device, a small black box with a cylinder lens, on the ground next to her. She then unzipped the front pocket of the book bag and took out a small case which she opened eagerly to reveal a small tan-colored dot. She squeezed the dot once before carefully arranging it in her ear. She then picked up the camera and pushed a button on its side causing a small green light to flash. Certain the camera was on, the woman securely attached the tech onto the strap of her backpack, before placing her hand on her ear, whispering into the air, and nodding when she got a response.
The woman then slunk along the perimeter of the hut she was by until she found the entrance. Taking a deep breath, she cautiously stepped into the home silently so she didn't wake the couple sleeping in the next room. She paused, scanning her surroundings, before making her way to the far end of the room where a tapestry hung from the wall.
The woman threw back the cloth to discover a small room full of riches. Space was littered with riches and boxes just piled up anywhere there was space. The woman started to search through the treasures. She paused upon a carved wooden box atop a dusty shelf, covered in cobwebs. She snatched up the box fumbling to undo the stone latch. Her eyes lit up when she uncovered its contents: large sapphire stones set in a diamond-encrusted circlet.
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The woman listened into her earpiece before greedily grasping one of the bluestones, second to the left, and twisted it until it popped out. Next, she slid the tiny roll of paper out of the secret compartment prior to returning the sapphire to its original state. As instructed, she tucked both the necklace and its box into the wrapping in her pack and set the slip of paper into a vial from another pocket.
She crept back around the boxes, slid aside the tapestry barrier, out the door, and then stole away into the shadows of the night.
***EXPLANATION***: The short story above, Shadows, is about a spy or agent creeping through the night to steal a necklace that has a hidden scroll inside of it. Her mission is to get in, steal the necklace, and get out. How she got to the island and how she decides to get off is up to you. I like to think that she got here by boat, a large vessel a mile or so off the coast cast off a smaller boat to go undetected to the shore where she was dropped off. She then hid for hours (which is why her legs cramped) to avoid being spotted and set off around midnight. What is on the scroll and who it might have belonged to is also up to you when I wrote this story I thought it was a clue to where hidden treasure might be or a important abandoned base (or just something like that).
Thank you for reading the second short story of this collection! Please comment to help me mold what I should write about! Thank you! :)
