1Hey everyone, sorry if I've been taking forever to update but my life has been over run by tests this week and I haven't had a quiet moment to think and write. Well anyway, thanks to everyone who reviewed including everyone who is new to the story. Thanks again to Kratos Wilder who is constantly supporting me. But I have decided, due to one bad review (you know the kind that just really brings you down and tears apart your self-consciousness) to write a chapter about Kratos and Mithos' backgrounds with Storm. Now, everyone do realize that these characters are going to be different because they've been around Storm for years. Kratos has been an active father to Storm for sixteen years so he's going to be different than he was in the game with just Lloyd. I will explain why Mithos acts the way he does now, compared to the game because Storm will obviously affect him. The point of the story was to show a new character and also show how she affects the others we all have come to know and love. Sorry, if anyone who likes the story feels as if I'm taking this rough but I have wanted to clear the confusion before but just remember I love all of my constant supporters and also any new fans who start to read this. Thanks!

Chapter 12: Through Another's Eyes

"If I go my daughter will go as well. My life means nothing without her and I do not think I can live without her," Kratos pleaded.

Mithos picked up the young girl and was disgusted at the thought of an inferior being coming back with them to Derris-Kharlan.

"Filthy creatures. Why should I share my home with one of them, she'll just betray me someday," he thought.

Suddenly, the young girl stared up at Mithos with two big, hazel eyes. Her eyes stirred something deep within his memory.

Martel...

The young child smiled at the half-elf and giggled.

"Martel had that same glimmer in her eyes. She had that same sweet smile and those soft, gentle eyes," Mithos thought and his decision was made.

"Fine, she can come along with us, but you should feel honored that I would even consider allowing a human in Derris-Kharlan," Mithos replied to Kratos.

That was fourteen years ago...

Mithos walked through the halls of his castle as he traveled to his quarters where he could receive an update on the Chosen's group from Storm. While he continued down the corridors he noticed an angel fly by him.

"I can still remember when she turned into an angel, something I still can't figure out. She was never introduced to a Cruxis crystal or exsphere. How could she get wings and manage to harness elven and angelic powers?" Mithos thought as he stared at the angel.

FLASHBACK

He was watching Storm defend herself against hoards of angels. All of her strength was being put to the test. It would prove to be the most important fight of her life. If she won she would officially join the Cruxis high order if she lost, then she would be killed. Mithos was very interested to see what the result would be. The young girl had advanced rapidly through all of her classes and by the age of twelve seemed ready for the test. The question on everyone's minds were: Would a human without an exsphere be able to defeat that many angels?

The answer seemed to be apparent as Mithos watched the girl get torn apart slowly by the seemingly endless amount of angels. She soon collapsed on the ground from exhaustion and awaited her fate.

"Well, I guess this is it, she couldn't stand up to it anyway. It's a shame too, her personality was a lot like Martel, but she's weaker than I thought," Mithos thought.

Suddenly he noticed Storm beginning to glow and two beautiful blue wings appeared on her back as she stood up with a new found strength. Everyone watching stopped and stared at the amazing sight before. What they saw was a real angel. An angel who was not created from a Cruxis crystal. Someone who was born with hidden abilities.

"Maybe she's stronger than I thought," Mithos thought.

Storm managed to blow away the remaining angels quickly using her new angelic powers. As soon as she was done Mithos came down to her.

"This girl has a special power. I must harness her abilities and find a way to use it myself. I will not let her into the wrong hands. If she ever decided to turn on me it may be the end of Cruxis and Martel would be lost," Mithos thought.

"Storm, after seeing your powers I have decided to take you on as my apprentice. You will not be staying with your father anymore. You will be working with me only. We'll strengthen your powers to their full potential," Mithos said to Storm.

After that Mithos constantly kept close tabs on Storm and would not let her get to close to her father for fear that he would lead her away from Cruxis. Mithos would keep her emotions guarded and would not allow her to think for herself. Mithos would never admit it to himself or to anyone else but the reason he was doing all of this was because he was afraid. He was afraid that she may one day defeat him and destroy Cruxis...

"Sixteen years fly by so quickly," Kratos thought, "especially when you've lived for over four thousand years."

He remembered the day that he took Storm to Cruxis, although it was a day he often tried to forget. The day his entire world fell apart. He loved his daughter so much, she was the only one in his life who still cared about him. She was what remained of his once perfect life.

Hearing her laughter running through Derris-Kharlan always made his life that much more bearable. She was a very intelligent child and was often deep in thought even at her young age. Everyone said that she had gotten that from her father, but only he noticed that she was beautiful like her motherThose big hazel eyes contained so much emotion that they could melt anyone's heart. You could see into her very soul through those eyes. They showed determination, love, joy, hope, and as of lately...pain.

He could see it in her. Ever since Mithos began training her those eyes lost most of the emotion behind them. The only thing he could see was pain and depression. He wanted to help her but he didn't know how. Her whole life she had been told that humans were bad and half-elves were good. Cruxis was right and everyone else was wrong. Sacrifice was okay as long as what they wanted was achieved. Emotions got in the way and should thus be pushed away. Love would only get away and the only person you should trust is yourself. These few principles pretty much summed up Storm's entire life. Kratos believed her life was nothing but distrust, hatred, confusion, and pain. He only wished that he could help erase all the years of torture from Mithos.

Kratos had turned the corner to the training room to work on his sword skills a bit but when he walked in he saw something that made his heart stop. He saw the walls splattered with blood and in the middle of the room laid his daughter curled up holding her wounds. She was covered in blood and she was in immense pain. He was about to run to his child to comfort her when someone from behind grabbed his arm. He spun around to see who would try to prevent him from performing his fatherly duties. He turned only to find a smiling Mithos.

"What have you done to her? Kratos asked outraged.

"She has to become an angel eventually. She shows too much emotion and must be punished for it," Mithos replied.

"You have to let me see her," Kratos asked.

"No, I'm afraid that you may ruin my training. You'll only put those emotions back into her and we'll just have to knock it out of her again and you wouldn't want that," Mithos replied.

"Let me see my daughter," Kratos demanded.

"Sorry, but I can't let you do that. Guards take him away while I tend to the young lady," Mithos smirked as two angels carried Kratos away.

Now, Kratos looked at his daughter and saw the pain and confusion in her eyes. He could tell that she didn't know where she could go and didn't know where she belonged in the world. All those years of pain and hatred transformed his lively, chipper daughter into a serious, lifeless angel. She was exactly what Mithos wanted her to become. Now he was afraid that he would never get her back. But, there was a small amount of hope in his heart that her soul could come back, he just hoped Lloyd wasn't too late.

Okay, that's it. I hope that this chapter really helped with Storm, Kratos, and Mithos' personalities and I hope I didn't offend anyone with my ranting earlier, I've calmed down some. I just hope that my writing isn't as horrible as they say and I hope that I am able to make some people happy with my story. Please read and review and help boost my spirits.

Kratos' favorite fan, signing out.