New story!I'll be working on both this one and my other one, Traces Through Time.This story is a crossover between Yu-Gi-Oh and a story, Sirena, by Donna Jo Napoli.Love the main character's problems.

This is rated M for several reasons, swearing, slight lemons and limes. If you hate these things, then don't read.

I heaved myself onto a flat rock above the surface of the sea

I heaved myself onto a flat rock above the surface of the sea. The slight breeze blew chilly against my pale, wet skin, and I shivered. Zeus was in high spirits today, as the sky above was a glorious blue and not a cloud in sight. This day had an air of peace and tranquillity. I looked into the distance, observing the island further ahead where I knew my sister sirens would be chatting and laughing, not too concerned of where I would be at. They used to be concerned, but after a while, my occasional wondering off became a habit they got used to, and merely accepted without too many questions. My dear sisters-without their company, I would surely rot on the little grassy island we live on, waiting for ships to come.

The three vultures that circle above suddenly screech. It is a warning for us-a ship is coming. I slipped off the rock quickly and swam back to my sisters. We take our positions on the rock, our fish tails coiled in slight spirals of many different colours. Mine flashes pale aquamarine in the sunlight, the same colour as my eyes, with tints of sunlight shining on morning dew. I watch as my sisters give themselves finishing touches to look beautiful, starfish in their hair, kelp arranged sensually over fishtails. We flaunt everything human, but hide the fish part of us. The human men, unless enchanted, will think us revolting if they see the fish of us.

As one, we begin to sing. Our voices carry through the still air like honey from a jar. This was the gift of Mother Dora, the gift of enchanting with songs. Our only way to gain immortality like our god and goddess relations was for a mortal man to love us. Our song could enchant and coerce the men into thinking we have no fish parts, and see us as the most beautiful women on earth. So we flaunt our stomach, hands, necks, hair, and bare our breasts to tempt them more.

It is a strange thing, but though my sisters do this, I find myself almost shy of doing this. Whenever I do bare myself so completely, I end up near the middle of our group, so as not to be really seen. Today, I wore a thin wisp of kelp I had woven to cover my breasts and part of my stomach. I had, however, woven strange, small flowers through my hair. My voice added with the rest, a synchronised melody of exquisiteness that promised sailors much.

The winds are changing course. No! They are blowing against us, carrying our voices in the opposite direction to the ship. We sang harder, trying to force it through the gale. No use. The ship had sailed out of reach of our voices. We stopped, and sank into gloomy silence, slowly untangling ourselves from the kelp. Curse Rhodope, the very goddess who placed this curse upon us. Her jealousy brings us unnecessary pain.

She was lovers with a god, but this one was a fickle god. After sleeping with Rhodope, as she lay asleep, he spied a beautiful but extremely stupid fish of great beauty, almost unrivalled. He slept with the fish, and the next morning, when Rhodope awoke, the fish had laid all of her fertilized eggs in a nearby cave and left. In rage, Rhodope swallowed the eggs, only to choke them back up when they began to swell with our growth. So she cursed us, to never be immortal unless loved by a mortal man.

The thought of being intimate with a man is almost off limits to me-I will not let my imagination wonder that far. Instead, I focus on helping my sisters lure a ship. We will enchant them to forget our fishtails, and they will love us. We will gain the immortality and guidance from the other gods, the things that we should have from birth right.

The vultures settle down. No ships are in sight. With a sigh, I slip down into the water beside one of my sisters, Himerope. Her face is the perfect image of lush and inviting-no man will resist her. Slightly rosy cheeks, dimples with the smoothness of a white shell and lush, red lips of velvet-we sisters tease her about probably coming from a different mother, being the most beautiful out of all of us.

"Rhodope wishes to make this difficult," she sighed.

"But nothing can stop us sister. Oh, are we going to the sea cave of Mother Dora soon?" I ask, excited. Visiting Mother Dora is a highlight for all of us. No mermaid, nymph or siren can resist stories, and Mother Dora tells one each time we gather at her cave.

"In half a moon cycle, Charis," Himerope laughed. I laughed along too. We all wanted respite from this island, despite its charm. It was a grassy island large enough for all of us to spread out at many different places and still be heard to each other. Yellow flowers grew all over the slopes quaintly.

"Don't go wondering off today, Charis," Himerope told me as we swum lazy circles around the island. "There are rumours that another ship will come by soon."

I nodded. "Of course, Himerope. We all want to be set free," I said seriously. She smiled encouragingly at me, and then swam lazily away.

First chapter up, and I'm working on my second chapter.Please review and tell me what you think!