The young king sat in his royal bed-chamber brooding. His parents were both dead and he had inherited the throne of Egypt. His caretakers, Ay and Horemheb, were telling him of all the things he would have to do to be a king. They cared for him and loved him, or so he believed, but they were asking him to undo much of his fathers work while on the throne. His father wasn't a kind man, nor much of a father, but young Tutankhaten felt a tinge of obligation to his father's ideals, as most sons do. Ay and Horemheb wanted him to return Egypt to its traditional religion, while his father had been slowly pulling away from it. Tut didn't know why. Hew didn't know why Ay and Horemheb wanted the old religion back either. At age nine he was too young to be knowledgeable about such things, much less to care about them. He wanted to simply run around, playing and flaunting his wealth to the palace slaves like he always had.
Suddenly, out of nowhere at all, a bright light shone on the boy's face, impeding his vision.
"Ra!" the boy called out, certain it was the sun god. A strange face peered at him from the light. It made strange sounds, as if it were attempting to communicate, but Tutankhaten couldn't understand it at all. The creature wore a crimson robe, trimmed with silver, and the complexion of it's skin was shining and golden. The light suddenly ceased and the creature he thought to be Ra stood before him. The newly anointed king stood before this being in awe. When the initial shock subsided, he immediately dropped to his knee, scolding himself for not having done so to start with.
The visitor had no idea what to make of this. Seeing that communication would be impossible, assuming that this species was sentient at all, he climbed back aboard his ship. He turned the internal cockpit lights back on, and began closing the door. The boy looked up just as his craft disappeared to wherever it had come from to begin with.
King Tutankhaten knew what he had to do now. This visit from the divine Ra had made his path clear. Ay and Horemheb were right. He would return Egypt to the worship of their gods they had recently neglected. He would follow the instructions of his caretakers, who knew how to make this happen. He would make the gods look favorably upon Egypt once again. In his heart he held Ra as his special god, by whom he believed he had been visited.
"Ay! Horemheb!" It had begun.
Within two years his name would be changed to Tutankhamen and his caretakers, his most trusted advisers would have control of all Egypt, though by proxy.
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