Sorry about no updating. Lazziness strikes again.
"I don't own it."
"Lazziness is your excuse?" Sly says.
"Shut it."
"Your Highness needs to do better than that." The Royal Trainer stood at the side of the garden, not the Royal Garden, but the smaller one where his two young charges could practice their training. The Prince was trying to 'hit' the bird, but as usual, no contact was made. Well at least from raccoon to owl. Clonertank the second and Slytankhamen the second were doing a simple practice; knock off your opponent's pegs. They were placed on certain points on their bodies, where if one was hit in battle, they would beaten. The owl's were on both wing joints, head, and chest. The raccoon's were on his head and chest. Slytankhamen had chosen two small scythes for his weapons, while Clonertank did not have weapons, only his talons. Both teens were greatly trained, but the owl was better. The Royal Trainer liked the fact the owl did not go easy on the Prince. He didn't like the fact that the Prince hardly ever tried.
"Royal Trainer, must we practice in this heat?" The Prince whined at him.
"Your Royalness, you must remember two things; number one, you might have to fight one day and you will need to get used to the heat in battle. And second, never take your eyes off your enemy." The Prince turned in time to see the owl come in the kill and hastily jumped. The Royal Trainer, knowing what was to come, closed his eyes for two seconds and opened them to a rather bizarre sight... that of a raccoon riding an owl. The raccoon knocked off the wing joint pegs before falling off when Clonertank went upside down. The raccoon landed on his back and the Royal Trainer laughed to himself. 'That was a good trick, if it was one.' he thought to himself. Suddenly, he realized that the raccon was not moving. Panic overtook him for a moment, and he bolted to check on the raccoon. He bent down next to the owl, who had landed next to the raccoon, and began to look for a pulse. Thankfully, he found one.
"Oww."
"Are you ok, Slytankhamen?" The Trainer was worried a little bit.
"Yes, I guess so. A bit sore though."
"It is expected from a fall like that." A voice that every one knew came out from behind. The three knelt before the voice, even Slytankhamen who was still winded.
"Pharaoh." The dog and owl said with practice and respect.
"Father." Slytankhamen said. There was a deep intake of breath from the two beside him. Either he would get away with calling the Pharaoh that or he'd be in deep trouble. The old owl known as Clonertank stared at the brave raccoon before saving him.
"I believe that the young Prince might had knocked himself a bit hard. Perhaps he should retire to his chamber. With the Royal Servant, of course." The teens saw the owl helping them out again.
"Yes," The teens stood, bowed and were nearly out before the raccoon acted like he had to. "But before you ywo have your little trip tomorrow , I expect you two to visit the Royal Scholar and finish your lesson."
"Yes Pharaoh." The two bowed again and walked off to see the cat. Once they were gone, the Pharaoh turned to the Royal Trainer.
"How did they do?"
"The owl is surprisingly good for his peaceful nature. Your son is good as well, but I cannot tell how good because he never tries. If I can just get him to spar with his full power behind it, I can train him better, Sire."
"Fine. You will find a way to make him fight with his 'full power,' as you say."
"Yes Sire." The Royal Trainer bowed and left to see his wife. He moved down the halls, right to library of the Palace. He turned see the back of the two teens turning down another hall. He entered to see his wife sitting down looking at some scrolls.
"So how are our two students?" He asked the cat, making her jump.
"Our flying one is fabulous, but our royal is..."
"Unmovtivated?"
"Yes."
The Royal Chambers of Prince Slytankhamen II
"So Clonertank…" The young racoon asked.
"If you are going ask what the answers are, no." The owl, already done with his work, looked up at his friend.
"Two things, number one, don't make me order you. And two, I wasn't going to ask that."
"Ok, what were you going to say?"
"I'm reading about the famous criminals of the past and…"
"NO. I know what you are thinking and no way is it going to happen!" The owl was yelling out of fear and anger.
"What?" The racoon asked innocently.
"You're going to say 'would it not be amazing to become thieves?' We are not doing it!"
"Listen, we won't get caught. Even if we do, I'll take the blame. I mean, who would believe you talked me into doing something dangerous or stupid." The raccoon laughed until he got a thwack from the owl's left wing.
"I still don't like it." The owl said starting to break.
"Just keep an open mind. If you are going to become my Royal Adviser one day, you got to keep an open mind."
"I will."
"Good, now can you please help me with…"
"Fine."
So the pieces of the Cooper Clan being to come together. But at what price? Find out more next time, same fanfic website, same fanfic story.