Sleep was a strange way to explain the hibernating state the Leviathan often went into. Still it was the best descriptive word for what he did. He felt her shift cities. He had to protect Atlantis even if it meant this woman hated him. He would admit he was curious of the hard headed stubborn assed woman. He just could not allow himself to indulge in his curiousities. He must deal with the situation. His duty came first. Atlantis would always come first in his life. Maybe he could get her to understand. Maybe he couldn't. He really was trying to do both his duty AND protect her from the dangerous deities who were nosy and eavesdropping the entire time. He knew she was in danger. He wouldn't hurt her unless given no other option. The deities, however, had no such reserves. He rolled over in his Leviathan form. His serpant like body curled up and stretched out. Wrapping around in circles that laid on top of each other. His head pointed towards Atlantis.<br/><br/>He woke shortly after he fell asleep. It was the next day but it felt like such a short time. Then again after years of not needing to be truly awake he didn't need much sleep. She had awakened the beast that guards Atlantis. Fully awakened him. Question is...could she handle what would come with this awakening? He needed to protect her from Greek deities but also do his mission. Which he had a feeling she was NOT going to make this easy on him. He suddenly began swimming circles around the direction heading towards Atlantis. His people did not wish to be found. They thrived in their underground city. The over city rotting away and washing away with the under water tides. His form coming to a rest. He could find her again with ease. He just needed to protect Atlantis from her careless ways.<br/><br/>She wanted to meddle in the affairs of old. She could not understand how much danger that put her and anyone with her in danger. He felt the opening of the book and sighed. Again? However, something was different about it. There was no throbbing echoes shooting through his body. She had opened it but not began translating. He became the phantom Atlantian version of himself. She wanted to see him then fine. He would allow her to see him. He was not stupid. That had to be the only reason she had opened the book without reading it. He slowly shot himself up through the waters of the ocean. Changing direction and shot under the water about midway towards Athens. His body spiraling as he followed the beacon of the book. The book that he needed to get back. His eyes silver but this time they had whites and pupils. He was not heading towards his guardian form. This was just his Atlantian self.<br/><br/>Shooting upwards through the waters near Athens he rose into the air.<span style="font-style: italic">She summons me...what folly is this? What purpose could she have in summoning me? There is a reason but I must answer the call. Especially if it proves itself a way to protect the city of Atlantis.</span>He thought to himself. Following the trail in his phantom form. Picking up scents he recognized...her father. Her grandfather. They had been easy to steal from. This daughter and granddaughter of theirs was too guarded. He just needed to retrieve the book. She could not understand the importance of that book. It was never meant to end up in the hands of the destructive modern age people. Hence why they sunk the ship that held the chest containing it. The book had been a gift between Atlantis and Greece. Then it had been his duty to bring it back within the watery breasts of the ocean waves.<br/><br/>He walked through the wall of her house. Walking slowly towards her and stared at her. He looked around. Indeed this was a seperate setting from the one they had been in last. More homely and less business like. He stopped a mere foot away from her. He just stared at her for a moment. "You summoned child of the modern world?" He said. His form solid and the Atlantian accent was much stronger when he was not shifting between his Atlantian form and the Guardian Leviathan form. He studied her. "You are angry... I can feel it. I do what I must to guard and protect Atlantis. It is my duty. Given to me by the Atlantian deities many, many centuries ago." He said. His voice not rumbling or growl like. The accent in his voice weighted heavily. "What did you wish child of the modern world? You were not translating and instead used the book to summon me. What purpose could this possibly serve?" He asked. Curiousity there but he knew better than to let it affect him. She was a wild card and he needed to get this journal from her. Even if it was one of the last things he did.<br/><br/>What could she want from him? This was very strange indeed. He just studied her. His long jet black haired moved behind him as if moving in an invisible liquid. Then it stopped. He studied her. Saying nothing more and waiting to hear what she could possibly have to say to him. He knew she wanted something. What did she want from him? He could grab at the journal but he was willing to bet she would have it in his grasp before he could truly get it. His eyes watched her with little emotion and very much guarded as well. As if studying her and trying to figure her out while remaining neutral about how he felt of her.