It was taking a rather long time to translate the journal. Sophia hadn't really thought that it would take so long to translate one page but Atlantean strayed from Greek in many ways. There could be so many words that could fit into a single translation. She let out a groan as she laid her head back and stared up at the ceiling of the hotel. If she had more people who could help, then this process would go on a lot faster. However, she wanted to keep this gem to herself, it was selfish but she wanted to uncover the secrets herself. Of course, she would let her father look at the journal once she was back in Athens. He would understand her enthusiasm Adrian and the rest of her crew seemed to only care about the treasures that had been found. To her, this journal was worth more than all the treasures and figures that they would ever find.<br/><br/>Rolling of the chaise, she poured her coffee and mixed it with a bit of milk and sugar. Sitting back down, she read over all that she had been able to translate thus far. It seemed that King Crehonerex had truly started from the beginning. This was great for her, it gave her more to learn about but then it made her wonder why he had started from the beginning. Of course, many cultures started from the beginning to preserve their history but from what that ghostly man had stated previously, it was obvious that this journal was not meant to be read by those in the modern day. So why the journal in the first place? Maybe it was to be passed down to through his family lineage, so even the young would know their history. Did he not know that Atlantis was going to fall? Or maybe this was like a memoir and he was merely writing it as a diary of some sort, like he knew his city was going to perish.<br/><br/>Her answers lie deeper within the journal.<br/><br/>She sipped on her coffee, whimpering when it burned her tongue a bit. She had been lost in thought until something caught her eye. She glanced up and jumped frantically. Her coffee spilled on her robe while she tried to move away from the male that she had seen on the boat earlier. She placed her coffee mug down on the table beside her and stared at him with wide eyes. Okay, so maybe she hadn't been dreaming after all. This was the second time today she had seen him. She had taken a small nap on the boat so she wasn't as tired. She blinked multiple times though he was still there. She opened her mouth to speak but he beat her to it. She shut her mouth, feeling suddenly embarrassed. She really wasn't trying to piss him off it was just...she needed to read the journal. Maybe if she could talk to him, he would understand.<br/><br/>When the journal slammed shut once more she felt her breath leaving her as he came even closer to her. His eyes were so alluring and mysterious, the color was mesmerizing. When he shifted, she let out a gasp of awe. However, she didn't have long to admire the creature before it turned back into the brooding male. She swallowed hard, not sure if she should be scared of him. She was a bit stubborn when it came to listening to other people. Maybe it was because many people had never listened to her. The lights went out in the hotel and she felt a suffocating fear take hold of her. She could only see his eyes in the dark, her fingers holding onto the journal tightly. He left her with a final warning and she let out her held breath. Holding her head, she looked down at the journal. Just what importance did this thing have?<br/><br/>She glanced at the clock, knowing that she should rest. Too many things had gone on today. She felt somewhat angry as well, the man had clearly stated that he had taken all the artifacts that had ever been recovered from Atlantis, which meant...That good for nothing bastard was the one who ruined her grandfather and father's work. Sophia let out an almost inhuman noise as she hopped up and began looking through her piles of books. She couldn't believe that he was the reason why her grandfather is considered insane and her father a joke. He was the one who ruined her family name. No, she would not allow him to take back this journal, not until she read and translated it. Zeus could kiss her bottom if that guy thought she was going to just quit. No, this was only the beginning.<br/><br/>Flipping through the pages of her book over mythological beasts, she decided to look up this Leviathan. She would be prepared for him next time he came to take away the journal. If he thought that just because he was this all mighty and powerful being that she was going to give up; she was going to give him a hard slap of reality to him. She angrily scanned the pages, looking for Leviathan and once she found it, she spent the rest of the evening gathering as much information as she could about the beast of legends.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>It was around six thirty in the morning when she woke, the book still in her lap and the journal safely tucked by her side. She groaned rubbing her head as she had a terrible headache. She rolled off the chaise, deciding it was best to get ready now and head to the airport. She spent time carefully packing up all her belongings in her suitcase. She tucked the journal into her carry-on bag, knowing that she wouldn't have time to look at it for a while. She did not want to have yet another encounter with the guardian of Atlantis. She finished packing and got dressed before checking out of the hotel.<br/><br/>She stopped by a small cafe for breakfast, munching on a light breakfast as she brushed up on some readings that she had been putting off. As much as she wanted to continue to translate the journal, she knew that it was a dumb idea, especially if she tried to do on the plane. The man had knocked out the power in her room last night; there was no telling what else he could do. Of course, she was wary of him but that didn't mean she was going to allow him to walk all over her. That was not how things worked with Sophia Alexander and he would learn that the hard way, she was sure he was just as stubborn as she.<br/><br/>The plane ride home was decent, especially since there were no screaming babies this time. When she arrived back in Athens, she got her car out of the long-term parking and immediately went to her father's house. The conversation there had gone on for hours and they even managed to call her grandfather. Sophia had to be sure that her father didn't open the journal; especially she explained the beast that guarded the bound item. He warned her to be careful but he could see the curiosity glimmering in his eyes. She didn't head back to her house until noon when she decided that she needed to have a talk with this Leviathan man....beast.<br/><br/>She pulled out the journal and flipped through the pages though she wasn't really looking at the content. It seemed as if every time she tried to read the book, he would appear. She laid the journal open on her coffee table and sat down on her couch, waiting for him to show up. Sophia chewed on her lower lip as she tried to think of how to explain this situation. Ah, she would think of it when the time came, for now she just needed to wait for him to appear.