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Jedediah was more than confident it was safe to say this had to be the worst night he’d ever lived in his miniature life. It started off with bad news and disappointment, then short lived joy, then fighting, then a terrible battle plan from a strange general (one much worse than Octavius), then his own failed battle plan. And now, imprisonment.
Truthfully, he was aware that this was his fault, and he put himself in this situation. He had suggested escaping from the storage crate to Octavius, although who could blame him, everyone doubted the foolish blond general (except for maybe the Neanderthals). It was his plan that got him and Octavius caught. And it was him who urged the Roman to flee, in an attempt at a selfless heroic sacrifice (which he was having his regrets of doing).
Jed wouldn’t think twice about doing whatever it took to keep his best friend out of danger. But having to listen to Ackmenrah’s strange evil brother was torture. Even if the pharaoh was a normal fella, who wasn’t planning to destroy the world or whatever, his terrible lisp and strange accent created a combination worse than nails on a chalk board. His degrading comments and awful voice were already enough torture to the cowboy.
But of course, his day had to get even worse. Apparently trapping the small cowboy in a bird cage wasn’t enough. So let’s put him in an hourglass!
Jed sighed, tracing circles in the thin layer of sand covering the floor of the hourglass. He had protested like a mad man, but he found that it led to a dead end of remarks from the pharaoh. So he chose to keep his trap shut, which wasn’t the easiest of tasks for him, especially in this situation.
So he sat, in sand and thought. Jedediah pushed his legs up to meet his chest, resting his chin on his knees. Might as well get comfy. He could feel as the sand fell onto his hat from above, yet he paid no mind.
“Finally giving up cowboy?”
God, he just can’t take a hint, can he? “Do you ever shut up?” Jedediah asked, not bringing his eyes up to look at him.
“It’s a shame we didn’t manage to capture your Roman also,” Kahmunrah says condescendingly.
The cowboy was not shy to banter, and he always thought himself to have thick skin. Half the time he already had a witty remark to shoot back before he could let any insult sink in. But bring up someone who had done nothing wrong, especially his best friend.
Jed bit his tongue hard. He knew damn well the pharaoh was trying to get in his head, and he knew it was working. He grabbed a pile of sand and clenched it in his gloved hand.
Kahmunrah snickered to himself, “watching two small men drown in sand would be much more entertaining than one, but I suppose you’ll have to do.”
“Shut up.” Jedidiah kept his voice a low mumble. He didn’t dare to look up, he was fighting to keep his composure.
He became increasingly aware of the sand covering his feet, the weight of the sand falling directly onto his hat. The gravity of the situation finally sinking in.