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.
Pharoh's secret.
19 years later...
The sun shone brightly as it beamed down upon one of the glorious cities of Egypt. The skies were as blue as the ocean that glimmered with silver against the sand underneath on a particular summer's day.
Many people were busy going about their work as they would every other day but all of a sudden something made the busy citizens jump up with startled yells as they felt a heavy 'whoosh' send them flying backwards and knocking the clay pots and whatever was required for their chores out of their hands as they fell to the sandy ground while staring wide eyed as they tried to think of what they saw.
If they had looked closer, they would have noticed a young adult Racoon with Egyptian markings adorned upon his tail and the natural mask that was streaked with black lines of either side of his eyes riding a giant bird. He also wore a tunic and a Nemes headress that was colored in lines of gold and teal as it hidden his messy head of head fur.
Of course seeing this kind of thing had moulded into most of the citizens days so this kind of thing was kind of normal to them..except for those who had just moved in. Those who had lived here long enough paid no mind to it and continued their day as they each blended into their routines but they remained curious for a moment or two until they shrugged it off.
They had enough to deal with as the sun god Ra wasn't being kind to them as he was using the sun to dry out the water supply and not to mention that the crops were dying.
Slytunkhamen grinned as he was mounted on the back of an adsolent giant owl with a plumage of admirable chestnut brown feathers that gleamed like the twinkling of gold in the sunlight. The two streaked through the air as they basically broke the sound barrier since Slytunkhamen and his best friend had been known to do that but it never bothered them as they decided to give their flying a break.
The big owl landed upon the ropes of some celebration banners with the Egyptian coon jumping off and landing beside him with feet lighter than air as while his weight did make the thin wiring bounce a bit, he surprisingly didn't fall. It was like the young adult raccoon had mastered the art of perching on to things like a bird would when it required a little rest.
Being the son of a Pharaoh was a tough life and all, you know being the prince of Egypt, but he couldn't help but feel like the puzzle piece of his life out of place. It was as if he belonged elsewhere as he stared out into the sandy horizon beyond the walls of the city with an absent minded expression painted upon his face.
The view wasn't horrible nor was it too shabby. The buildings were mostly made from little sand-made shacks and other types of houses for the folk to thrive in and to complete the majesty of this city was a huge pyramid-shaped stronghold that would remind you of a mix between a huge Hebrew cathedral and heavily armed castle.
His childhood wasn't terrible per se.
Since he was raised by an Egyptian pharoh he had all the comforts he could desire even if he wished that everyone would be treated equally. He felt incredibly isolated, however.
"Brother, are you alright?" A voice snapped Slytunkhamen from his trance as he blinked his caramel eyes and shook his head, momentarily lost in deep thought.
He had forgotten that he was with his friend and had a wry smile plastered upon his muzzle whilst he glanced sideways towards the young adult owl. He extended a wrist that bore the royal gold bracelet and rested a hand upon the owl's shoulder blade and patted it.
"My sincere apologies, Clockwerk, my mind was elsewhere for a mere few moments." Slytunkhamen admitted sheepishly and pulled his slender arm away from the young owl.
Clockwerk smiled kindly at his friend. Things may have looked grim for everyone else but Slytunkhamen and himself were basically that little ray of sunshine in the storm clouds and brought a faint flickering candle of hope to their hearts and eyes. As the sun beamed harshly down on the perched duo, giving them the vacant warmth of sunshine, as they decided to brighten things up with the mastered art of conversation.
"Where was your mind absent to if I might inquire?" Clockwerk queried with a playful glare.
Slytunkhamen's mind was a curious thing indeed. When they were little children, Slytunkhamen would ramble on about how he wanted to escape his life of luxury and having servants at his every need and trade it for something more adventurous and even heroic. What this desired occupation was, however, the prince didn't have a clue. It was a bit peculiar and Clockwerk thought that his friend was an oddball for it but in a teasing way, of course.
The raccoon gave a light shrug of his shoulders as he spared a sideways smile to the owl "I know not..." his strangely marked tail swished behind him excitedly as his tone changed from carefree to whimsically excited "but something tells me that my destiny is nearing closer and closer, I feel it in my bones!"
"Yes; the destiny that means you are to become ruler." Clockwerk quipped playfully as he nudged the coon in the side, hard enough to jab him in a boisterously playful manner but not hard as to cause him any actual harm.
"But is there not something else I should do, being a ruler does not suit me." Slytunkhamen abandoned his perch and used a springy leap to grab hold on to a nearby flagpole just as he had cut in half way up before he climbed the rest of the way there to get a better view of the citadel his father owned.
He stared at it with a longing gaze as he once again felt alone in this world, a puzzle piece out of place from where it was supposed to be, or even a black sheep amongst a horde of white sheep.
Since he had been raised by the Pharaoh Umbran Le Paradox, he didn't know what was right and wrong. The skunk denied it but Slytunkhamen knew that the one he called father was harming his subjects and had little care for them like a leader should do. He had been promised everything, even the moon and the stars at night, but what if he never wanted it?
For as long as he could remember Slytunkhamen wanted to ask of his father to get his other son to be the pharaoh but sadly for him there was one reason he couldn't: Umbran's only son had left to take over other countries in his father's name years ago and the last of his children had perished and thus, forcing the poor raccoon into the position of being given the mantle of leader.
Clockwerk noticed his friend's woeful expression and frowned. The raccoon had been feeling down on himself constantly as of late but he always thought it was that he was nervous from the mere fact that he was to be crowned Pharaoh in a few days. This felt different somehow and he couldn't help but notice that the crowned prince wasn't nervous but more like misplaced. How could Slytunkhamen be misplaced, Clockwerk thought, since he belonged here?
"It is your destined path my friend, everyone knows that." Clockwerk tried to cheer him up but Slytunkhamen gave a doubtful mutter of acknowledgement as he clung on to the flagpole like a child would with their teddy bear.
The owl hatched an ingenious plan within his mind as he knew just the thing to cheer Slytunkhamen up! Smiling at the idea buzzing around in his head, the chestnut feathered bird spread his large wings out the sides as he prepared to take flight. He climbed to his talons and approached his friend before picking him up by the scruff of the neck and startling Slytunkhamen. Clockwerk disliked the taste of his nicely washed fur as he couldn't carry him any other way other than holding him in his beak but if it would lift his friend's spirit then he was more than willing to pay the price.
"Wait, wha-?" Slytunkhamen stuttered as he felt himself saddle snugly on his friend's back before the bird took off into the high skies with the raccoon frantically looking around constantly. It wasn't like he wasn't used to flying with Clockwerk as they goofed off like this on a daily basis but he didn't know what the owl was doing.
The sky had a charming view to it as the fluffy white clouds surrounded them in a layer of fluffy whiteness like smoke. It was nice the breathe in and very pretty to look at.
He didn't know what the bird was doing until Clockwerk slowly began to glide down towards a small building that didn't look very impressive but Slytunkhamen's heart skipped a beat at the mere sight of it. Was Clockwerk insane?!
"Clockwerk! No, take me up, no!" The coon stuttered through a reddish tint creeping on his muzzle as he tried (and failed) desperately to convince his best friend that this idea was ill conceived, yanking on his feathers as he tried to get Clockwerk to pull up but that made the owl more eager to lower himself.
Clockwerk ignored his friend's pleas and blocked all noise out as he lowered himself to the ground gracefully, a small chuckle escaping his throat. He knew that his best friend would hate this idea but it would also cheer him up to the point of him being more like the prince he grew up with since childhood! Once he got close enough, he practically chomped down on Slytunkhamen's neck (again, it wasn't enough to hurt him) before flinging him through the open door and sent him hurtling through the air before crashing into a bunch of pots that basically broke his fall.
"Oh by the moons of Khonsu, are you alright?!" A voice exclaimed in a way that was sweeter than a river of grape juice in the finest Nile as she ran to investigate who crashed through the ancient pottery of her shop.
Slytunkhamen rubbed tenderly at an incoming bruise just beginning to appear upon his head underneath his now wonky fitted Pharaoh headdress as his eyes were too sore to open at the moment and he didn't really know who owned that voice but he had little care for it as his head felt like it had been smashed with a ton of cement.
He really hated it when Clockwerk threw him into places without his consent.
It was then that Slytunkhamen groggily took an arm that was extended out towards him without doing much thinking and it was when he felt his nose touch someone else's, he figured it out with wide eyes.
Standing before him was a female raccoon who had the most enchanting fudge brown eyes to compliment her pretty eyelashes.
She had a brownish fur coat with a darker natural born raccoon mask that looked kind of similar to the prince's own, she had flowing long honey brown hair that reached passed her shoulders and she wore a pretty white dress which looked kind of like what one would wear on their wedding day but it looked kind of peasantish too.
Slytunkhamen felt his heart hammering nervously inside his chest. She was the reason he didn't want to come here but it wasn't because he hated her, quite the contrary. He had merely admired her from a far distance for a long time.
This was their official first meeting.
"Um...H-hello." Slytunkhamen roughly swallowed a huge knot blocking his throat as he shakily waved at her but his head was ducked slightly in between his shoulder blades as he gave her the most shyest of love struck grins.
The female raccoon was still trying to register this. The son of the Pharaoh was in her shop! She was so surprised that she accidentally let go of Slytunkhamen's hand just before he could stand on his own and he dropped to the ground and fell on to more drying clay pots in the process, giving a sore yelp as his head made contact with the wet frisbee shaped mush.
She gasped and worked on helping him up again.
Her breathing was rapid as she began to have a panic attack "Oh my goodness, please forgive my ill behaviour my lord! I shall help you sit down and then pick up the pieces but please don't report me, have mercy!"
Slytunkhamen placed a forgiving hand on her shoulder and that calmed her all together as he managed to tell her with a surprisingly quietly calm voice "Now, now; You have nothing to be apologetic for, my dear lady, but allow me to assist you in picking up the pieces of clay pots."
His face was soft and kind of gentle as the quiet atmosphere allowed everything to sink in easier. Before the female raccoon could refuse his offer, however, Slytunkhamen was already on the floor gathering up an accumulative of pieces.
Knowing that it was too late to convince the Pharaoh to be to not help; she got down on the floor with him and began picking up some pieces of smashed pottery herself until there was only two pieces in between them. Their eyes met as they stared at each other in an affectionate gaze.
Their hearts pumped inside their chests as they looked at each other. They pulled the two shattered pieces of pottery close to their piles and felt something connect them like a link of some kind.
"There...it's all fixed." Slytunkhamen's voice slurred a bit as if he was deeply lost in thought. Which he was.
"Wel...My name is Mya." The female raccoon introduced herself with a kindly smile.
"Slytunkhamen at your gracious service, my dear."
Slytunkhamen, driven by an impossibly strong force, felt himself leaning towards her but before they could even touch noses out of pure impulsive instincts the voice of a guard boomed through the building "Slytunkhamen, the Pharaoh requests your presence!"
So, with great reluctance, the raccoon got to his feet and spared the female raccoon maiden an apologetic glance before he zoomed out the door and left her in a surprised daze as she stared out after the son of the pharaoh with wide eye. She never expected this turn of pleasant events and secretly hoped that they would happen again so she could see him a second time.
As Slytunkhamen ran as fast as his two feet would allow, he mentally swore to himself that Clockwerk will pay for that little stunt later but whatever Umbran wanted with him, he knew that not only would it be life changing but it would also be important for his missing puzzle piece.
His eyes widened immensely at the sight of the tower he grew up in coming into view whilst everyone stood out of his way to make sure nothing happened to their future ruler. As he ran towards the citadel; he knew that he was leaving a grey streak behind him from how fast he ran but had little care as sweat ran down his brow.
What was going to happen?
A/N: Woah, sorry this took awhile. I was just busy with my other stories but after listening to 'But mostly me' from the book of Mormon (the song that basically inspired this in the first place) I just had to do the next chapter.
I will let you know a few things before we go any further:
Clockwerk is a good guy for now since he must have had a relationship with the owl. I would have named him something different but I didn't because I couldn't think of better names and I don't think you'd know who he was if I did give him a different name and mistake him as an OC.
Khonsu is apparently the good of wisdom and the moon in ancient Egypt since I did some research. If I did Ra as a curse then I don't think you guys would learn anything else besides I want to be a good person.
Yes, I know I made Slytunkhamen and Mya's love kind of sudden and unrealistic but I don't know. I'll explain it in the next chapter, perhaps.
Thats all the reasons.
I hope that this was loved and that this gets some reviews and if there is anything I can do to improve this at all then let me know.
Thanks!
-Chloemcg
