#ahk

It felt as though not a minute had passed before you were awoken with the sounds of shouting. Carter's voice echoed through the chamber as he called your name. Despair began to seep into his tone; surely he could not have lost you?

Behind him trailed Carnarvon, looking utterly bored with the whole situation. His half lidded eyes cast over the sandy dunes, a slight frown appearing at the sight of what appeared to be a large ditch.

"I say, Carter? Do you see that?" The lord asked, pointing to the gap in the plains. He visibly perked up, eyes glistening like a child at Christmas.

"Do you think it could be some kind of hidden burial site?"

Carter frowned at his business partner, frustration bubbling over.

"Lord Carnarvon! I do not understand how on Earth you could manage to think only of finding riches at a time like this!" He snapped. "Y/N is missing, and she has been for quite some time so I suggest we focus on the matter at hand."

Hearing the commotion caused by the two men, Ahk began to shake you from your daze. They seemed to be calling your name, and he'd hate to think they moved on without you.

Greeted with the sight of your new friend, the events of the previous night came rushing back to you.

"Oh, is it morning already? Not to cause offence, but, how are you still alive?. I mean, I thought-"

"It's quite alright, but to answer your question, no it isn't morning yet. My apologies but I believe I heard some shouting outside, and it sounded like they were saying-"

"Y/N!" Ahkmenrah was cut off by the sound of Carter's yell, reminding you that you were, in fact, still lost.

"I'm down here!" You attempted to shout, voice muffled by the distance. Still, it was enough to catch the attention of Howard, and he raced over to the source of your call.

Straining his eyes to see inside the dark, dingy grave, Carter dropped to his knees to get a better view.

"Mopsy? Is that you? Are you really down there?"

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, as Ahk stiffled a giggle.

"Yes, I am!" You responded, eyes trained on the ancient pharoah before you.

"Is there anything down there?" Your blood ran cold as his words sank in.

What would they do when they discovered you had been hanging around with a reanimated mummy all night? Even you weren't entirely sure that ahk wasn't a hallucination, induced by that nasty concussion.

You trusted Howard, he was kind to you and your family; he always had been, even since your early childhood. As shown in your rapid warming to the Pharoah, you were unsuspicious, wearing your heart in your sleeve for much of the time. However, you weren't naïve, and knew Carnarvon was someone to be wary of.

You had no doubt that the conniving man would whisk away all of Ahk's belongings without a second thought, guiltless despite the undoubtedly devastating effects that would have on the pharoah. The magical tablet would be a pot of gold, only viewed as financial gain, and you would never see your strange little king again.

Hesitation only delayed the inevitable, however, and you did need to respond to Howard.

"Uh, yes there are a few, uh, things down here."

"Whatever do you mean, young one? Hold on, I'll send a rope." A symphony of shuffling followed, which you were quick to put an immediate stop to.

"Wait! I think it's best if you join me down here, sir." You winced hearing the sentence out loud, knowing how ridiculous it sounded.

"Whyever would I do that, young one, what has gotten into you?" He asked, apprehension understandable given the situation.

"I'm sorry, Carter, sir, but there really is no other way I can explain this to you."

You heard his reluctant sigh, yet after a short bout of cursing, Carter made his way into the grave.

Shock and horror etched their way onto his face as he took in Ahkmenrah. His terror only grew at the sight af all the other creatures in the tomb, who had now directed their justified concern for their master against Carter.

"My word!" He exclaimed, awe echoing through the cave, and up into the outside world. Hearing the confused, raised voices, Carnarvon dipped his head into the inky blackness of the open grave, voice calling out to the two of you stranded inside.

"Carter, my good fellow? Did you find any gold?" You rolled your eyes at the expedition leader's muffled voice.

"Much greater feats than a stash of gold, lord Carnarvon."

In hindsight, Howard should have been more specific as to what these feats were, knowing how greed could easily cloud Carnarvon's judgement. But, if hindsight is 20/20, current insight would have a prescription of around -2.00, considering not even a moment later Carnarvon had scaled down into the tomb, leaving no-one but the camels on the upside.

"Are you a blasted imbecile?" You couldn't help but chide the man the moment his feet hit the ground. "Now where's our everloving chances of getting out of here?!"

"You wish to leave me so soon?" Ahk asked, disappointment evident on his face.

"Sorry? Oh, no I don't wish to leave you, but I certainly can't stay here forever."

"My apologies. I suppose I just thought- well, naturally, it's not as though I see many people down here. As a matter of fact, this is the first encounter I have had, since my death."

"Oh, no no no." Carnarvon was quick to interject as guilt and sympathy washed over you like a bucket of ice water.

"We most definitely won't be leaving you." Carnarvon swung an arm around Ahk's shoulder.

"What?" You questioned, earning yourself a sharp glare from the self appointed group leader.

"No, of course not my boy! You're much too valuable to be left to rot down here. You're coming with us!"

You frowned, eyes flicking over to Howard, whose face betrayed his discomfort at uprooting the pharoah from his peaceful, if lonely, afterlife.

"Carter, my good man?" Carnarvon called to his partner, who responded with reluctance.

"Yes, sir?"