As the gush of the ocean waves slams against the withered rocks, the ship came to a creaky stop. The flag raised high, with crowds that acclaimed and greet. Young, fellow men went and waved with a chin held high.

They all ascended from the port and to the ground with a gleaming beam. Their eyes darted around the crowd as to seem more appealing than they are.

"Merrik!" they all yelled. The women squealed with flatter as some men backed away with a spiteful glare, feeding ones envy at it's fullest. The galad of sunrise revealed itself from the people as to say hello to the victorious hero. A tall young man walked out of the ship, making the rendezvous of a throng come forward.

Merrik, a charming young man whom people had adored. An excellent fellow that traveled along the blue seas to venture and kill the notorious Emeraldsnare that wiped and wrecked both mortals and ships. A four headed monster with marine nymph ears and scales that were of blue and green.

The Emeraldsnare's eyes were of a crystal green that shun so bright, that the voices from its eye can linger you through its whispering woo. An Emeraldsnare's jade was considered to be the heart of the ocean across the village of Kieshfah, for it brings those who owns it to their demising death and tragedy from the deepest of oceans.

The king's men all pushed them back to protect the fellow hero from any sustainable injuries to be met with. He flattered his hazel green eyes, waving his hand around the port as he combed his other olive hand through his silky, curled black hair that was met of the same color of the night sky.

A curved smile was plastered on his face while the crowd called his name out to heed them any attention. The heels of the horses clicked on the stone pavement floor, arriving at the sight of the fellow young man. "Sir Merrik, his majesty had been delighted of your return to Kieshfah." a man spoke with his eyes glued to the ground, lowering the upper part of his body with a hand placed firmly to his heart.

He was a neat gentleman, with not even one strand of hair out of place from his slowly whitening hair. He stood back up straight, fixing the wrinkles from his coat without even a glimpse of any wrinkled part of his butler attire. The young hero crossed his arms and laughed to himself quietly while he tapped his foot on the stone floor.

"Have I not sent enough letters to his majesty, good man?" he threw his hands up, the throng falling down to a silence with innumerable pairs of eyes darted towards the fellow hero. "Sir?"

"I am not to marry his daughter. Never I say!" the young hero bellowed with furrowed brows, his slight temper needing the need of control. The gentleman in front of him nod his head calmly, wishing to leave the crowd but would be caught dead like a rat if he returned to the imperial palace empty handed.

He sighed to himself and swallowed down the trepidation that he had sensed. "I do not think the king would like that answer, sir," he replied back slowly, "Perhaps it's better to discuss those matters with his majesty, sir." the fellow added, tilting his head downwards as to avoid any eye contact with the intimidating stare of the man that stood in front of his figure.

Merrik looked around, sliding his hands back to his worn out pants and sighed to himself, a strand of his raven hair falling back between his eyes. He looked at the gentleman at the corner of his eye who twiddle with his thumps to pass by time.

The young hero turned his whole body back to the fellow butler and nod his head slightly with eyes shut close, "Fine." he muttered out and went inside the carriage that was wide open.

As time passed by, he were to reside in the palace floors as he lived with luxury with a fiancé that he was forced to be bewitched and wooed. As the clock ticks with its ringing bells of the cathedral, there they went as to sail off in the blue seas to their honeymoon.

The young hero looked out in the ocean floors, watching with intimate while he fidget his thumps to his necklace of the Emeraldsnare's eye. The serene moonlight shun bright from across their ship with a gleamed glow.

The waves that crashed and soothes his ears were balmy to his feels, the only thing that had both driven him both unhinged and tranquil all the same. The cold breeze picked up speed, causing him to tremble in the sudden temperature. The man sighed to himself, thinking whether marriage for half an army was even a good trade.

He shook his head low, letting his head tumble down with a quiet suspire. Before turning to his heels, he was met with two slender arms wrapped around his chest. He craned his head to the side as to seek on who it was, only to find the princess laying her head to his rigid shoulder.

His heart palpitated for a moment in time, feeling rather confined under her grasps. "Your highness, what brings you out of your chamber? I thought you were to reside early due to feeling ill?" the man raised a brow in question, slowly taking her hand away from his torso as he turned his body to face her.

"The view is rather beautiful tonight, Merrik." the princess replied with a beaming smile, leaning closer once more as she planted kisses to his neck with arms gently going over his chest and back to his neck with a stroke. The young man seemed unfazed of his wife's moves but only to refuse it with a yank of her arm away.

"Please...your highness," the man softly muttered out in hesitation, squeezing both of his arms to a ball. He was far from being in love, and had finally won the answer to his own inquiry. He turned to the princess with a chin held high, finding the strength to heave those words that he desired to tell.

"I believe this...marriage isn't going to work, your highness." the young hero uttered out the words, feeling choked over the princess's distraught visage. Merrik began to reflect on his own words, trying to decipher if those were even thought through and worth it but to his surprise, the princess only laughed in response.

"This...this is preposterous, Merrik. Are you deaf? I'm the princess, Merrik! I have everything you need! I have the beauty and body that everyone in Kieshfah had lusted for, you cannot do this!" the princess yelled with fiery rage going over her body with a hand gliding behind her back swiftly. Merrik could only stare, impotent of finding the right words to his wife's demising reply.

"I apologize, your highness. But I had made up my mind." the fellow answered back. The royal maiden stepped back with a mouth agape with orbs of tears blurring her view while it trickles down like waterfalls. "No..." the princess trembled down to the ground with a hand to her eyes.

The young hero could only gaze down at the sight of the maiden with his gritted teeth biting on his bottom lip hard as to draw out blood, to feel pain over the conflict. He slowly went to his knees and stroke his wife's brunette hair, whispering comfort through her ear as to calm her shivering physique.

But little was known for the fellow hero for what she felt was covered in the cries of her eyes.

Her agonizing sobs died down as she slowly looked up at him. The hero was not met with pure sadness, but rather a blazing cast. "You cannot leave me, Merrik! Never!" the princess yelled as she pierced the poisoned dagger to his heart, twisting it around while the fellow hero gasp at the painful tore.

They both stood up, the young man's eyes glancing around the ship but not one dared to step up. The realization had struck him like a lightning bolt, coming to one's eye that his death was all aligned.

The newlyweds looked into each other's eyes, both clouded in fiery. The princess stepped back, plunging out the poisoned dagger from his heart as she beckoned the captain forward, feeling pride over her victorious kill. "Throw him in the ocean, now!" the princess furrowed her brows, pointing at his husband and his untimely death.

The princess took a step forward and snatched the necklace off of his neck, the eye of the Emeraldsnare gleaming through hers with a smirk curved over her scarlet stained lips.

"You...you will pay for what you've done, princess." the hero struggled to get out, pressing his olive hand close to his stab wound. The princess only shrugged his comment off for she was too occupied with her new jewelry.

The captain threw the hero off the ship as he plunged into the dark ocean. He felt like he was floating, the light of the moonlight waving at him goodbye. The waves that crashed and slammed seemed to have been muffled from his ears. Yet, he felt a sense of tranquility from the ocean floors.

"I am the Emeraldsnare, an enemy to the mortals eye. You will no longer be a hero, for thou art to be my servant. One who fears and kills. You are to pass the afterlife once had you killed a million, like how vicious had you killed my own,

In power shall I give, and in power will you slay. You are no longer the gold of Kieshfah, but the rotten of the people. In oath shall I give you the taste of caelum, but in misery will I give if u had not bestow."

Said the Emeraldnsare as the fellow hero's leg had glued to one another as to form a fish with an elongated tale. His human ears stretched to a nymph with blue scales and fin like anthelix. His tail were of a mermaid that composed of both green and blue. The hero tattered his shirt off of his chest with his raven hair withering away to a silky ash blue.

The tissues of his wounded heart sewed itself up like one's thread and needles, all coming to a close. The young hero that was once a charming young mortal was no longer a human, but rather a siren. The strength that he had felt with gills from the side of his torso had made him feel part of the deep sea.

A rush of adrenaline came to life to his new form with one thought in mind. He began to swim towards the royal ship and heaved himself to the sky, pulling the princess's long brunette hair as she stumbled and fall to the ocean floor with her deceased husband.

One.