1Okay, all of the extremely happy stuff will be ending pretty soon. This chapter will be a little bit dark but not too bad yet. Anyway, there will still be some humor left in it, at least for now. Enjoy the humor while you can. Thanks for all the reviews, I'm glad that everyone liked it.

Chapter 3: Assassins

Storm was about five when Kratos decided to teach her the angelic language. She was doing extremely well in her current studies and he figured that she could handle something a little bit more advanced. She was able to read most of her stories to Kratos and was always challenging herself to do better. She was very intelligent for her age and everything seemed to come naturally.

After Storm finished her lessons for the night, Kratos went to put her to bed. He had Storm read him a story and he tucked her in for the night. Storm looked around the dark room and had the eery feeling that something wasn't right. She figured that she was just imagining things as she attempted to put the thoughts out of her mind. She snuggled herself deeper under the covers. She was almost to sleep when she heard a door creak open. She looked up and saw that her closet door had opened up a little ways. She wondered how it had opened up. She went back under the covers, but sat up when she heard footsteps. Someone was in her room. She looked up and saw a dark figure walking towards her. She shrieked loudly and cried out for her father.

Kratos was almost to his room when he heard Storm scream. She sounded terrified and he immediately ran in the direction of her room. Tons of horrible thoughts raced through his mind as he sped towards her room.

Storm continued to scream until a hand clamped over hers, but she still attempted to scream through it. She stopped screaming completely when the dark figure clamped their other hand around her throat and picked her up out of the bed.

Kratos burst through the door, spilling tons of light on a Desian soldier holding Storm off of the ground with one hand over her mouth, the other holding her by her throat. Kratos' eyes filled with rage when he saw his terrified daughter in the hands of someone else. He pulled his sword from his sheath and charged towards the man. The man dropped Storm on the floor and pulled out his own sword just in time. The Desian soldier was no match for Kratos and, soon enough, the Desian fell to the floor, dead. Kratos replaced his sword and looked around for Storm who had retreated to a corner. She was on the floor with her knees up, her arms wrapped around them. She also had her face buried in her knees as she shook from her terror. Kratos walked over and picked her up off the floor and held her, hugging her tightly and trying his best to soothe her.

Yuan and Mithos arrived not too long after, noticing the dead Desian on the floor.

"What happened in here?" Mithos asked.

"Someone tried to kill Storm," Kratos replied.

"Who would try to kill her?" Yuan asked.

"I don't know, but I was almost too late," Kratos replied.

"It was probably just some Desian who was jealous that she was living here, I'm sure the danger has passed," Mithos replied as he walked out of the room with Yuan following closely behind him.

Kratos was unable to tear himself away from Storm and he carried her out of the room towards his own where he stayed up the rest of the night with her as she slept.

For awhile, it seemed as if Mithos' words were true. No one else attempted to attack Storm. Kratos was finally beginning to believe that the danger had passed. Unfortunately, a few weeks after the initial attack, Storm was attacked in the middle of the night. She was lucky that Yuan was walking by her room when he heard someone moving around in her room. He walked in just in time to keep yet another Desian soldier from stabbing her in her sleep.

"Perhaps it is time that you teach her how to defend herself," Mithos advised Kratos. "Teach her how to wield a sword."

"But, she's only five," Kratos replied.

"Well, if she can't learn how to use a sword now, perhaps she should be killed," Mithos replied.

The next day, Kratos took a very excited Storm to an relatively empty area in Derris Kharlan to teach her how to use a sword. He handed her a sword. She took it and it slammed to the ground. She attempted to lift it up, but it was much too heavy for her. Kratos chuckled at the sight of Storm trying to lift the heavy sword. When she got it off the ground, she staggered back and forth from the weight of it. Kratos took the sword and replaced with a much lighter wooden sword. She looked a little disappointed that she was unable to hold the other sword. Kratos saw the look of disappointment on her face.

"Someday you'll be able to use that one. When you get to be really good at using that one, I have a special one that you can use," he said to cheer her up.

"I practice really hard," she replied with a very determined look on her face.

Both her wooden sword as well as the other sword that she attempted to use were especially made without a point so she wouldn't hurt herself with it. Kratos began to teach her to defend herself and some of the basics on attacking. He then had her practice her blocking and attacking on him for awhile.

"The number one rule is to never let your guard down," Kratos said as he continued to block her attacks. He was easily blocking her attacks and after awhile finally struck back, knocking her to the ground. He offered her a hand to help her up, but she refused his help. She had a temper and hated being beaten. This, though, made her even more determined to practice so she could one day be better than her father. While he had his sword down she saw her opportunity to strike and hit him with her sword.

"Hey, I was going to help you, why did you attack me?" he asked.

"Never let your guard down Daddy," she replied.

"Oh yeah," he said as he reached down and began to tickle her. She giggled, attempting to crawl away from him. He scooped her up into a hug and she returned the embrace. He set her up on his shoulders as they began to walk back. He knew that he would have to spend every night in her room until she was able to defend herself. As long as she was safe, he didn't care what he had to do. He wasn't going to lose her as well.

Well, sorry it was kind of short. I've actually got the story planned out until around chapter six. I didn't really attempt to think past there. I'll figure that out as I get closer to it. Anyway, review and tell me what you thought. Thanks!