Disclaimer: I do not in ANYWAY own Slytunkamen Cooper the first or second or Clock werk or even technically Le Paradox's Egyptian ancestor.

I own everyone else, though, and I had the inspiration after recalling that not much of Slytunkamen's story or background was delved into so I thought I'd take a crack at it...That and I watched a bit of 'Prince of Egypt'.

Pharoh's secret.

It was the legendary era of ancient Egypt where pharohs prized themselves in everything at any price. Even at the price of killing the innocent. There was one family in particular whom was suffering at the hands of the so-called great pharoh, Umbran Le Paradox, the most as the widowed wife of who once was the leader of a peaceful village was about to do a thing that squished her heart into a million pieces.

It really all started in the wastelands of the boiling hot desert where no life what so ever existed except for insects crawling along the ground and the pyramids for kings of the past with the sun beaming down on them and this land as the sun basked brightly in the bright rich yellow/blue skies. There was, however, a small village from afar where our story begins.

Inside the loving warmth of her own hut, the female raccoon looked down at her small kit who gurgled while placing an innocent knuckle inside his mouth and staring at her with a wide eyed curious gaze with his caramel orbs.

The mother held her child close as to prevent herself from crying tears of regret. She had thought long and hard and today the guards were going to come and try and take her away. They had little knowledge that she bore a son at the time of the infant's fathers passing where she only provided enough money by sewing clothing, a job she had done often. Time had run out as she reflected on all that had happened.

Once upon a time this village was ruled by a kindly raccoon and he eventually wed and was slaughtered by committing a crime before his son was even born. Because Umbran, the pharaoh of this region, had a particular hatred for the Cooper clan (the village keeper's family line) he had obsessed over pouring the heart and soul out of his wife until not a drop of money was left and the penalty of not being able to provide taxes was execution.

Sharan sighed as she wrapped her son up in a blanket and stared out of the non glass window (as glass had not been invented yet) and watched as multiple guards rushed passed to try and commit some kind of crime to the innocent and poor as they wore their two sided rags to shelter their heads from the hot sun.

Umbran was an unfair ruler and her husband tried to protect the village after he was framed for stealing one of his prized belongings in the form of a prism with incredible power and the excuse provided was that he only pillaged from wrongdoers such as the skunk they called a ruler.

He was caught and murdered within minutes of protecting a family who were huddled against a wall. Sharan closed her eyes shut in memory of receiving the news of her mate as she hugged her little son close. The mother female raccoon wore a crimson robe with a hood as she brushed a strand of the kit's messy head fur out of his eye so his big eyes could continue to explore his surroundings as his mother got ready to leave.

As the female adult raccoon had no intention of letting her son die with her, she made a heart breaking decision: give up her son. The infant kicked his legs at the silk blankets he was wrapped inside as he attentively babbled a strange language which not even the smartest of beings could understand. His mother silenced him by rocking him back and forth in her weak arms and bouncing her body in a gentle yet rushed rhythm and this done the trick.

The tiny raccoon male was very small but he had huge eyes that could melt the coldest of hearts. He had a raccoon's naturally born mask that had unique stripes at the corner of his eyes. His tiny black nose snuffled as his muzzle poked out from in the lower middle of his big orbs and a tiny yet bushy tail that was ringed with distinctive stripes from tip to end. His grey fur was very scruffy even for a small raccoon infant as he stared at his frightened mother who forced a smile as she planted a sweet kiss on his forehead before rubbing her nose against his affectionately.

Sharan took one last look at her home as she turned her head away from her son for just a minute as she knew this was the last look of her home she would get. It was small, all things considered, but it was home. The sand covered floors coloured in a comforting red was draped over in the middle by a fabric oval mat and many items were scattered on the floor as was her mate's ashes as the vase they were contained in was spilled over. The walls were crumbling easily as age possessed them but the house was sturdy enough to keep standing. There was a counter where she would cook and there was even a rag on the floor where she would sleep at night.

Sharan put her child down momentarily as she brought over a basket, opened the lid and placed her son in it to make it easier to carry her active son as he squirmed around in his new form of containment. The female raccoon readied herself to start running as she bit her lip and broke into a full sprint out the door as her heart went into overdrive.

She was glad the lid of the basket was closed because she swear if this wasn't the case, the baby would fall out of the protective container. Sweat dripped down her forehead as she skidded to a halt and backed up against the wall of a bridge where more guards ran across incase she was spotted trying to make a run for it. The female raccoon once again started running the moment the coast was clear but she very soon found herself surrounded by guards who had their swords pointed at her.

"You! Where are you going?!" A guard demanded as he snarled at her with no regret or sympathy in his eyes. Just a plain coldness that made the female raccoon glare defiantly at the guards whom surrounded her.

The female raccoon adult looked around and saw that the guards had called for back up and had spread themselves around her to block her path to prevent her from escaping.

She clutched the basket containing her kit tighter in a protective way as she yelled, narrowing her caring eyes towards those who blocked her path to safety "Get out of my way!"

The guards lunged at the mother and attacked her viciously while as hard as the female Racoon mother tried to fend them off, it costed her life. It took 26 minutes to bring this woman down as she laid limp and lifeless on the sand covered floor, dead to the world and to the basket that now laid on the floor and her slim arm and hand laid back on the floor as a sign of her tragic fate. The guards had no pity as they ignored the woman's corpse and began to walk away but each of their ears pricked at the sound of loud, gentle wails of fright.

The 8 guards turned around as they all walked over towards the basket that laid on its side as the lid knocked off and revealed the raccoon kit to be laying on its side as he cried sadly, longing to be in the warm embrace of his mother again. One of the guards picked the bundle up by the back of the neck and glared in confusion at the raccoon infant.

Nobody knew what to do as the child's hoarse cries got into their heads and the guards looked at each other while trying not to snap at the child. It wasn't like they knew the wife of Cooper was with child while all this was going on! How would the pharoh react to such a discovery? It was then that the idea clicked instantly in each of their heads. The pharoh would know what to do with this unsightly abomination!

They all grinned wickedly towards each other as they began their descent towards the temple of king Umbran.

Now, Umbran was an admittedly thin skunk with a golden head piece and matching gold earrings and attire as his pale black fur complemented his flexible figure. Umbran sat upon his throne with a deathly sneer directed upon those who stood before his might. The guards would never admit it but they thought spitefully of their ruler. He was kind of a cruel scavenger and took his anger out on those weaker than he.

But this was the very reason everyone feared him: Umbran always had a boiling temper and could whoop you into next Sunday if he was mad. If you angered him, he would find you in your sleep and slaughter you personally.

"Why do you seek audience with me, peasants? I was busy worshiping our gods!" Umbran bellowed as he slammed his fist against the arm of his throne, hurting his hand in the process but he hid his self inflicted pain from the guards as he continued glaring at the warriors who stood before him.

One of the guards shakily walked up to the pharaoh and released a shaky breath. Umbran was scary whenever he was mad so the warriors had decided for the good of the captain and his fellow guards that this should be over with quickly.

He removed the young kit by holding the neck from behind his back and held it up high so the Pharaoh could see. The young kit was still crying as his ears were flat against his head.

"What is this flea ridden brat doing in this sacred temple!?" Umbran demanded, having a good idea where this kit came from.

"We found it with madame Sharan while she was escaping. We never thought she was with child!" The guard explained fearlessly. He tilted his head to one side "But what shall we do with it, great and powerful Pharaoh?"

Umbran did have a small idea what to do with the kit. While the rest of every fibre of his being was screaming at him to kill the kit and make him as a crocodile's lunch, his mind thought of a bittersweet revenge that should end his family's rivalry between the Le Paradox's and the Cooper's. This wasn't for peace it was more for a sick and twisted revenge that gnawed at his mind.

"Give the kit to me." Umbran ordered as he held his thin arms out towards the child. The guard who held the child had a look of pure shock and confusion painted on his face. None of the guards were sure of what the Pharoh wanted the child for but the guard holding the raccoon kit stepped forwards before Umbran and gently passed the child to him as the skunk stared down at the tiny kit. His cold heart twisted as the skunk grinned wickedly down upon the young raccoon.

"Sleep now, little one." Umbran snarled with a malicious grin "I will shape you into a fine Pharaoh whom should do all my work."

As the tiny raccoon infant squirmed a bit as he slept, unaware of the fact that he was going to save all those whom needed help. The question was that was he ready to cope with the heavy trauma he was to face with these many trials?

A/N: Thats the prologue to Slytunkamen the first's story. What do you think? I am kind of proud of how this turned out. I hope you all liked this first chapter and reviews would be HIGHLY appreciated. Also, Umbran DOES have an heir to his throne but you'll find out where he is maybe in the next chapter. I can't wait to see if you like this.

Thanks guys!

-Chloemcg