He could sense them again. Sense the nosy deities. The nosy annoying Deities of the Greek Pantheon. He stood above his stirring form. His eyes glowing a bright silver as the image in their sfora would change to the Leviathanâ€™s true form. â€œI know you are watching. Nosy as always deities of old. Mind your own. This is none of your concern. Unless you donâ€™t remember the last time we crossed paths...â€ He said in a rumbling growl. The sfora would begin to swirl again as the image would go blank. WHat they had been watching would no longer be there. The waters of the sfora were still and empty of life. He was tired of the deities of old. Especially those damn Greeks. The Greeks were the worst. They were the worst. A seemingly moraless bunch of deities...compared to the Atlantian Pantheon at least. They were loose and played too many games for his liking. He was not one who enjoyed playing games with others. He didnâ€™t need nosy children looking over his shoulder.<br/><br/>His eyes stopped glowing but remaine the whiteless and pupiless silver. He shot up through the underwater currents. Surging up to the surface. The book was calling to him again. The journal would be the beacon upon which he followed that woman. There would be no place in the world that she could go where he would not be able to follow. At least in this form. The translations began. He could feel it. He needed to hurry. She was opening a seemingly figurative pandoraâ€™s box. He must protect Atlantis from the touches of the modern world. It was his mission and never would he fail in the mission to protect Atlantis. Her men had not seen him because he did not wish them to see him. He shot upwards through the waves. His form rushing through the sky like he had once done so very often. His body following the trails of the journals.<br/><br/>Another thumping rush shot through him. Jolting his form and echoing through every fiber of his being. His Leviathan form began moving more and more. The sand being shaken off like it was merely dust from a feather duster. His form began moving in circular motions as the sand fell off. Still his phantom form shot through the skies. Coming to a stop outside her room. Walking through the door and approaching the woman. Beneath the ocean waves his true formâ€™s body was freed of its sandy encasement. The eyes of his form opened and were a glowing silver. A howling resounding echo shot through through the waters and ripped apart some coral into bits and pieces. Dust sized coral particles falling to the ground where the large piece of coral had once been.<br/><br/>â€œYou have awakened the beast who guards. Almost fully. I am trying to save you child of the modern world.â€ He said. Walking towards her with glowing silver eyes. â€œYou donâ€™t listen well. Cease and desist...or you will be stuck with me haunting you and your travels will be far from easy. It is my duty to guard the walls of Atlantis from the touches of the modern world.â€ He said in an emotionless voice. A bit of a powerful echo rippling from the undertones of his voice. The pages slammed shut again. He walked towards her and stopped. Staring at her. â€œTranslate any more and it is at your own peril. Iâ€™m trying to protect you from the beast that guards. Give back that which you took from the waters protecting the ancient city of Atlantis.â€ He said without any sign of emotion. Looking at her. â€œThey canâ€™t see me because I donâ€™t want them to see me. You are the captain of the vessel. I am allowing you child of the modern world to see that which guards the walls of Atlantis.â€ His form shifted and formed a smaller image of the Leviathan for a moment before shifting back to the glowing silver eyed male.<br/><br/>â€œDonâ€™t make this turn hostile child of the modern world. You donâ€™t want to one hundred percent awaken the beast who guards. The Leviathan is the beast who guards. Surely your records tell you that the Leviathan will stop at nothing to continue his eternal mission.â€ He suddenly knocked out the lights with a surge of energy. All that was left alight was his silver eyes. â€œYou are playing with fire child of the modern world. I have stopped those who have found clues and pieces for many years. You wonâ€™t know it but I will take away that journal as I have done other findings of Atlantis. To protect the city is the mission of the beast who guards. Heed these words well because I am not playing. Neither are the deities of old. You are in danger from more than the beast of Atlantis.â€ His voiced faded out as the lights flickered on and off as he vanished. Reappearing back in the water and sunk into his true form. He needed some rest. Just a bit of rest for he had a feeling this woman was too hard headed to follow genuine advise.<br/><br/>He really was trying to protect the young woman from the harm the deities would do to her and the others. He did not like harming women but he had to do what it took to follow his mission which was for now and ever more.....