Part 1 – The Prologue
Ancient Egypt, Cairo, 1298 BC
A slow walk is what this Ostrich is doing. Bipedally on two legs through the desert sand he shifts the sand further forward as he trudges up and down the sand dunes. There is nothing that he wants to do more than to win, to be the best and there is nothing that he will not do to get ahead. Right now he just needs time, time to think, time to figure things out and time to finally get back at Slytunkahmen.
That word, that word with too many syllables labours out of his mouth and disappears along with the wind, Just like he always did. He had seen this raccoon perform all sorts of feats unfathomable to all. Walking across ropes that are barely wide enough for his finger let along his feet. Being able to lift out objects from the unsuspecting pockets of those who have what he needs, whatever drives him to do this.
His name is not Clockwerk just yet, his name is Rameses and he is just not cut out for the profession that he prefers. His short arms and long legs make him unsightly and unable to reach far enough before his big feathered body is tickling the necks of his targets. Ever since he has saw him he wanted to be like that, doing something exciting and worthwhile (in his eyes) instead of sticking his face into the Nile and sucking up the contents.
He had tried to get into contact; together he thought that they'd be unstoppable. The raccoon could do the stealing and he would take out anyone that comes close with a swift kick to the face. It was not the case, the raccoon was too elusive and it seemed that wherever he was going to go and try to find him, he was not there. It made him feel greatly disheartened.
Soon he tried to go at it alone, trying to emulate the raccoon in what he did but whatever he tried he failed. It wasn't for the lack of trying through; he kept at it with persistence unmatched by anyone. He spent time working in labor camps for his punishment, moving heavy blocks of sandstone to build temples and other monoliths the pharaoh requested. He thought he would be ready once he was free to go, given that he was much stronger and fitter than before from all of the manual labor. He was in for a great shock.
It seemed that the raccoon had no weakness at all, and that his potential was unlimited. He thought that he could be better, it turned out that he was behind by a distance greater than the length of the Nile. He tried to look for him again but all it was for him was a blur. In and out of peoples pockets before they had even had a chance to move.
One day though, the ostrich was furious that he couldn't be better. He was going out to rid that raccoon from these streets so that he could succeed. Before he could even get out of his small hut, it seemed like he felt naked all of a sudden. All of his clothes had been relieved from his body in an instant. A stranger walked around the corner and walked back, seeing this unclothed heathen standing dumbstruck in the middle of the street. He tries to rush into his hut again but he hits the wall and falls over. He looks around and sitting on the side of his head is his clothing, the raccoon had to be here.
Once fully clothed and decent again he was in a rampage, filled with hate and anger towards this raccoon that was making a mockery of him at will. The harder he tried to find him and rid the raccoon; more of his items would be lifted from his body. Even as he constantly checked to see if they were there and pressing up against his body, they would be taken somehow in ways completely unknown to him, he would try to look and see him but he was never in his vision.