New story! Okay, now things are changing again and the plot has changed so it's time for a new story. Anyway, I hope that you all enjoy this new one and thanks to everyone who has been reading this far. You guys never stop amazing me. Thanks for all your support. I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 1: After the Battle

'Your work on Symphonia is not yet done. You must return and carry out your work,' a voice told Storm.

'Where am I and what are you talking about?' Storm asked as she looked around her very white and bright surroundings.

'You have just died. You have been freed of your rage and of Origin's seal, but your work on Symphonia is not yet done. You will understand soon,' the voice told her before Storm returned to the darkness.

Storm slowly opened her eyes as she groggily woke up. She had no idea how long she had been knocked out for, but she wasn't going to be sitting around for very long. She looked around and realized that she was in a house in Heimdall. She hadn't been moved too far since the battle then. She wondered how everything turned out after she knocked out. She also wondered where everyone else was, or which group she was with now.

Storm slowly moved to get out of her bed when she felt a sharp pain in her chest that caused her to lay back down. She looked down and saw that her chest was bandaged up. Her wound was right to the heart, but she was still somehow alive. Something saved her life, but they didn't save her from any pain. She moved back onto the bed, realizing that she wasn't going to be going anywhere for a little while.

A few minutes passed by when the door to the house opened and Kratos walked in. He stopped in his tracks, holding his breath when he saw his daughter's eyes open. She was alive, he couldn't believe it. He was sure that when he saw Storm's eyes staring at him lifelessly that he'd lost her forever. Storm moved her head over and glanced at him, her eyes showing no emotion at his presence.

"Storm...you're all right," Kratos sighed as he walked over to the bed. Storm's eyes got wide when he moved towards her. She tried to shift her position so she could sit up in the bed. " I can't believe it," he said as he went to put his hand on her shoulder.

A small part of Storm could still remember the events that caused her rage to take over. She could feel it inside of her, her rage was still there, but it was more controlled. She saw her father move towards her and she could only think that he was still upset with her. She also remembered that every time she had her rage in control some sort of pain befell her. Storm moved away from his touch before he got to her, ignoring the pain that it caused her. She didn't trust him...she couldn't find a part of her that wanted to trust him anymore.

"Storm? What's happened to you?" Kratos asked as he moved his hand back in response to her movement.

"Where is Anna?" Storm asked, ignoring his own question.

Kratos was silent for a moment as he looked into Storm's painful expression. He wasn't sure of everything that Mithos had done to her, but it looked like it wasn't good.

"Anna...left after the battle. She ran away and no one knows where she is. She ran away and I don't think she wants to be found," he explained to her.

Storm couldn't believe it, that part of what Mithos had showed her was true. Anna didn't want to be with her, she hated her. How could she believe that everything else said was a lie? She didn't know what to believe anymore.

"How am I still alive?" Storm asked, wanting to know what had happened after she blacked out.

"Raine was able to save you after you collapsed. She used her Resurrection technique to bring you back just in time. Unfortunately, Mithos used the opportunity to escape and he took Kagerou and Martel with him. We need you Storm, only you know where he took them," Kratos told her.

"So, in other words, you saved me only because I contain valuable information," Storm said. "What makes you think I'd tell you anyway. After everything you all put me through there's no way that I'd help you," Storm replied stubbornly.

"What? Storm...that's all something Mithos did to you. None of it was real," Kratos tried to convince her.

"Anna was real. Why would you all be any different?" she asked, her voice becoming more enraged. Kratos could see that her rage was going to build up again if he kept this up, so he immediately backed off.

"Believe what you want Storm, but remember that I'm always here for you. Oh, and I think that there are some other people out there that want to talk to you. Should I send them in?" he asked her.

"No...I just want to be alone. I don't want any of them near me," Storm said as she hugged her knees to her chest. Kratos hated seeing his daughter in such obvious pain as he walked out of the house.

Storm didn't know what to do. It seemed as if they cared about her, but then it also seemed as if a part of her still didn't want them anywhere near her. She was afraid of being hurt yet again. She wondered how everyone else was after the last battle.

Kratos walked out of the house and looked out at everyone wandering around Heimdall. It seemed as if both Colette and Lloyd were healed and moving around fine. He saw Yuan sitting underneath a tree as if he were deep in thought. Kratos thought that he should give him some space for awhile, he didn't want to tell him that Storm didn't even want to see anyone. Besides, he wanted to find Zelos even more. He could understand what he was probably going through. He looked towards the river and saw Zelos right where he left him. He was standing in the river, still washing himself off.

"Ugh...no matter how many times I wash I can still see her blood all over me. It won't go away," Zelos muttered to himself as he began to wash his hands all over again. There was nothing on his hands anymore, the blood had all been removed, but he couldn't seem to shake the image from his mind.

"Zelos...," Kratos said quietly as he came up from behind the red-head. Zelos ignored him as he continued to scrub his hands. Kratos walked over to him, seeing that he was definitely falling apart. Kratos roughly took his arm and pulled it out of the water. "Zelos stop it now!" he ordered him. Zelos stared up in shock at the seraph's actions.

"Let me go Kratos. I have to get this blood off of me," he shouted back at him as he yanked his arm away.

"Zelos, there is nothing on your hands. It is all gone," Kratos told him sadly.

"Then why can I still see it there," Zelos said sadly as he quit his washing and looked up at Kratos.

"I can understand what you're going through. Look, Storm is fine, I just saw her. You didn't kill her, besides what you did is what she wanted. You did the right thing," Kratos assured him.

"It doesn't feel right to think that I killed her. I mean, I know that she's okay and everything, but I won't be able to look at her anymore without thinking that. But...she is okay? I don't think that I can face her thought," Zelos told him.

"That's all right, she doesn't want to see anyone either," Kratos explained to him.

"Is she upset with us all?" Zelos asked him.

"Well...she doesn't completely trust any of us anymore if that's what you mean. I couldn't even touch her. She's afraid of something. Mithos really did something horrible to her and I'll make sure that he pays for it," Kratos informed Zelos.

"I'll be with you when you teach him a lesson," Zelos assured him. "So, how do I make the pain go away? How can I get rid of this blood on my hands?" Zelos asked him.

"It will take awhile, but try not to keep attempting to wash it off, believe me there's nothing there," Kratos told him as he left to inform some of the others about Storm's condition.

Well, that's the end of this chapter. I know that it's not much, but it gives you an idea of what's going on and now the cliffie is gone. Don't put killing Storm past me, it's bound to happen eventually, then it will be permanent. Anyway, tell me what you thought and review. Thanks!