[ EU ] An infant Kal-El crash lands in ancient Egypt and is adopted by Pharaoh 's daughter .

Ra ’ s light shone brightly upon Tiye that day as she sat among the reeds of the Nile. She came here when the grief of her lost son overwhelmed her, and she needed time alone. As daughter of the Pharaoh she was meant to be strong, tears were not allowed in his court and yet they welled within her and when she could hold back no more she returned here. The Nile welcomed her tears and hid them amongst each ripple. Each time she came here the urge to let go of the bank and let the river take her grew stronger, today the grief was too much, her decision was made. She waded further in and lay on her back as the Nile slowly began to take her. Her final thoughts would be of her lost boy before she would finally be reunited with him in the after-life. 
 
 But a sound above roused her from her sadness. 
 
 The sun blocked out the object far above as it hurtled towards the river it slowed and swerved like a fiery hawk and plunged into the Nile far enough to cause her no harm, but close enough to create a shock wave that pushed her back to the bank once more. Forced back into the reeds, dazed, she scrambled to the shore and dressed herself before following the mysterious objects path down the shore. When she arrived the strange hawk had broken apart, its wings floated down the river but its body rested amongst the reeds. 
 
 As she approached, Tiye saw the the craft was no longer a fiery ball but a metallic carrier of-sorts. She stood by the bank studying the foreign thing, it was covered in runes far different from the hieroglyphs the scholars used and it pulsed with a welcoming light urging her to touch it. Apprehension steadied her hand from reaching out, but a noise within made her recklessly abandon any fears she had. A baby. There was a crying child within. She waded into the reeds and clasped her hands on the metallic bassinet trying to wretch it apart. It yielded with an electronic click and revealed it precious cargo. A boy. 
 
 He smiled up at her, a beautiful child swathed in red, the colours of the sun god. Tears well in her eyes no-longer crying from pain, but joy. Just like her own lost boy his head was crowned with a stubborn curl and his face was fairer than even the pharaohs of old. She did not hesitate to grasp the child and raise it to her chest. The two studied each other for the longest time both smiling before she hugged the child and swore never to let him go. 
 
 He was a gift, a second chance, and her salvation. She swore the child would be raised as her own, she would name him Aten after the sun and he would grow strong under its fiery ever watchful gaze. She refused to ever feel such sorrow ever again, a principle she would pass to him. He would be taught all the goodness that the world had to offer, for one day he would be a pharaoh. The best pharaoh, a man kind enough to bend like the reeds to his loved ones yet stand stronger than steel to those who would oppose him. He would be a paradigm of justice. A god amongst men. 

