Okay, it's the part everyone has been waiting for. It's the time when Storm first became an angel. From now on there will be less violence from Pronyma, unfortunately there will be a lot from Mithos. Oh well, can't get everything you want. All right enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 8: Judgment Day

Storm was twelve years old when Kratos finally decided there was nothing left for him to teach her. He was so proudof her fighting skills. She was very skilled with her sword and was able to outwit her opponents almost every time. Storm was getting very good at using magic also. She knew all of her basic magic attacks like Grave, Fireball, Lightning, Spread, and Ground Dasher. It took her a little while to figure out how to focus her energy enough to actually cast spells. It was rough because she didn't have any elven blood in her at all, but she managed to figure out how to use them. The only thing she couldn't master was any healing techniques so she often relied on her father to heal her. Her lessons with Pronyma were going as usual. Storm would come in and defeat a group of Desians or angels then Pronyma would do something to make Storm upset, resulting in Storm getting punished somehow. She had gotten used to the beating though and they didn't seem to bother her anymore. One day, Mithos walked into the room where Storm and Pronyma were having lessons and announced some important information.

"Storm, you have learned almost everything Kratos, Yuan, or Pronyma can teach you. I hope that you have mastered them because they are all about to be put to the test. If you can battle a group of angels and win then I will allow you to go off on missions for Cruxis as a member of the Cruxis high order. All you have to do to win is to survive the battle, do not fail me," Mithos explained as he left her to prepare for the battle.

"I really hope that you lose runt," Pronyma said.

Storm glared at Pronyma,but she knew it was best not to make any sort of remark back to her.

"He's making her do what?" Kratos yelled at Yuan, who was just as shocked as he was.

"That's what I heard. He's putting her up against a hoard of angels to see if she's strong enough to join Cruxis," Yuan replied.

"But, she could be killed," Kratos protested.

"It's out of our hands now Kratos, we can only hope that she's learned enough from us to defend herself," Yuan explained.

"I hope she'll be okay," Kratos sighed.

The next day, Storm entered a very large room where Mithos, Yuan, Kratos, Pronyma, and a ton of Desians were waiting for the battle to begin. Storm was very nervous. She didn't want to let anyone down, not her father, not Mithos, and not Yuan. She was also afraid that she would be killed, leaving her father alone and heartbroken. She couldn't do that to him.

"Okay, begin the battle!" Mithos commanded as a large group of angels appeared in front of Storm.

Storm drew her sword and rapidly advanced on her enemies. She jumped in the air, swinging her sword, bringing one angel down immediately. She ran at a few of the others, dodging their attacks one by one as she continued to attack them back. As she continued to strike down angels, she noticed that more came in to take their place. She had no idea when they would stop coming, she also didn't know how long she could keep up her attacks.

Storm launched her Fireball attack at a group of angels, managing to bring down two of them at once. What Storm didn't see though, was an angel behind her who stabbed her in her side causing her to cry out in pain. She held onto her wound as she launched her Spread attack to knock him away. Storm was getting weaker by the second as she began to lose blood from her wound.

Kratos looked at the battle and wanted so badly to help Storm but he knew that it was exactly what Mithos wanted and that he wasn't afraid to kill Storm in front of him if Kratos misbehaved. Mithos had his greatest weakness sitting in front of him. What Mithos didn't know was that if Storm was killed that Mithos would probably lose Origin's seal as well.

Storm collapsed from exhaustion as the angels began to close in around her, ready to finish her off.

'It's a shame, she would have been a great fighter. She would have been a great asset to Cruxis. Oh well,' Mithos thought as he watched Storm during what would be her final moments.

'I guess this is it. I can't believe I'm gonna die a failure. I just wish that I could prove myself. I can't give up, I just can't. I can't fail Mithos, Dad, or Mom,' Storm thought as she tried her hardest to conjure up any remaining strength that she had.

Suddenly, Storm felt a rush of energy rush through her body. Her body became rejuvenated and her wounds were healed. She could sense a great new power in her, but the strangest thing was the tingling in her back. She looked over her shoulder and saw something she was not expecting to see; blue angel wings.

No one in the crowd could believe what they were seeing. Everyone was staring at what appeared to be a true angel. Not someone who had been enhanced by a Cruxis Crystal, but rather someone who was born with hidden abilities.

'Maybe she's stronger than I thought,' Mithos thought as he watched Storm get up and prepare to face the angels once again.

When Storm began to fight, she clumsily flew through the air with her new wings. She managed to gain some control over her flight and began to assault the angels once more. Not only had her transformation given her angel wings, but shewas alsoa lot stronger and faster than she was before. She was able to finish off the remaining angels and she landed on the ground, letting her wings disappear.

Mithos stood up and began to walk over to Storm, still shocked at what had just taken place. 'This girl has a special power. I must harness her abilities and find a way to use it for my benefit. I will not let her in the wrong hands. If she ever decided to turn on me it could be the end of Cruxis and Martel would be lost,' Mithos thought as he walked up to Storm.

"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 only me. We'll strengthen your powers to their full potential," Mithos said as he began to lead Storm away with him.

About a week after Storm's transformation, Strom began to miss her father desperately. She wasn't allowed to see him or talk with him anymore. The only thing she had been doing was training with Mithos, trying to master her angelic powers. One day, during her lessons Storm decided to ask Mithos about her father.

"What did you just say?" Mithos bellowed.

"I..I just wanted to see my dad, I miss him," Storm cowered.

"Those damn emotions keep getting in your way. I guess I have to show you that showing emotion is only going to cause you pain," Mithos yelled as he grabbed Storm and led her to another room.

Mithos threw Storm into the room. He came inside, followed by two angels. Mithos drew his sword and backed Storm up against a wall. "Now, what did you say," Mithos asked, his face right in hers.

"I...I..miss my dad," she choked out.

The next thing Storm knew, there was a sharp pain in her side as Mithos slowly stuck his sword in her side about two inches deep. He left in there as she cried out in pain.

"You work for me, not him. Now, tell me who you are fighting for," Mithos ordered her.

"Mithos," she cried out.

"Wrong answer, you will not refer to me as that anymore. It's Lord Yggdrassil," he stated as he pushed his sword in even deeper.

"Lord Yggdrassil," she cried.

Mithos removed his sword from her side as she held to her wound. "That's better. Now, I think it's time that we teach you about respect. There will be no back-talk to me. Pronyma wasn't harsh enough with you obviously. She was never able to extinguish that fire in your eyes. By the time I'm done with you though, you won't be showing any emotion. I'll be sure to break your spirit. You will become a lifeless being just like the angels," Mithos laughed.

"I don't want to be a lifeless being. I want to have a spirit and a soul," Storm replied, defiantly.

"What did I just finish telling you. I'm not taking your shit anymore. You will only think how I wish you to think. Do not tell me what you want or what you think. You'll pay for your attitude," Mithos screamed.

Mithos and the angels came at Storm who could not defend herself for fear of an even worse punishment. Mithos threw her into the wall again, leaving the wall stained from the blood from her wound. She fell backwards and hit the floor where she was kicked by the angels until Mithos came over and picked her up by her throat. He then sent her into the wall again with a blast of mana. Storm hit her head on the wall, causing her to feel very dizzy and she felt blood coming from her head. After a few more attacks from Mithos' sword, Storm was left lying on the ground bleeding all over. Mithos left for a minute so he could go and get a place ready for her for the night. He was going to prepare one of the cells for her to stay in for the night. He went to make sure that there was one open for her.

Kratos was walking through the hallway and was going to practice with his sword to help him get Storm off of his mind for a while. Ever since Mithos took her all he could do was worry about how she was being treated. Kratos rounded the corner to walk into the room when he saw a sight that made his heart skip a beat. The room was splattered with blood, on the walls and all over the floor. In the middle of the room, Storm was laying curled up trying to hold her wounds. She was covered in her own blood and he could tell she was in an excruciating amount of pain. He was just about to run to his child to comfort her when someone grabbed his arm. He spun around to see who dared to stop him from aiding his daughter. He turned around only to find Mithos grinning at him.

"What have you done to her?" Kratos asked, outraged with tears threatening to form.

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

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

"No, you'll only ruin my training. You'll just put those emotions back in her and we'd have to beat them out of her again. You wouldn't want that, would you? You know she'd be a lot easier to train if she didn't have your attitude," Mithos replied.

"Let me see my daughter," Kratos demanded once more.

"Sorry, but I can't let you do that. Guards take him away while I tend to the young lady," Mithos ordered as the guards dragged Kratos away.

Mithos walked over to Storm and knelt next to her. She struggled to move a little but he could tell that she was unable to. He healed her wounds enough so she wouldn't lose anymore blood. She was still very sore and couldn't get up.

"Your father was here. He saw how pathetic you were. You'd better straighten up your act if you want to please him, and me," Mithos stated as he picked her up and took her to her cell for the night.

Well, that's it for this chapter. I might show how Storm's temper begins to leave and when she meets Forcystus under Mithos' command. Then, there may be two more after that chapter. I don't know if that's exactly how I'll do it, so we'll see. I have my ideas for the next story. I can't wait. It should be pretty cool. Anyway, tell me what you thought of this chapter. Review please and thank you.