Primary and original storyline belongs to the poet, Hans Christian Andersen, although the following is based on the Classical Disney version.


Eric thought it was ironic that he had nearly wed the horrific Sea Witch under her musical enchantments, and yet, each and every morning he woke to the identical mesmerizing melody that his beloved Princess voiced. It circled smoothly into the tunnels of his ears, gradually pulling him out from the depths of weariness.

His Princess had always silently removed herself from their bed very early, before anyone within the palace. Indeed she must have been already on her way down towards the reef, for dawn was about to break through. At this time, even the usual wild waters were docile and acted tranquil.

And once his senses were entirely focused, Eric folded back the quilts, and then he strode towards the large painted arch windows, brushing the heavy drapes aside. His dark eyes glided over the sands and vast coral mounds until they managed to locate the Princess singing below.

The first rays of light directed themselves right where she stood as if they were also captivated by her charisma. Her hair, red as the most passionate of flames, was lifted by the wind, and the strands sailed outward along with her white lacey skirting. Small waves formed, rolling on top one another gracefully as they presented their own ballet piece before her. Seagulls cried out soon, emphasizing the Princess' changing of notes, then dolphins surfaced as well, clicking sweetly to the tempo.

Eric had seen this mysterious performance play out many mornings before this morning, and he doubted this would be the last.

It was honestly a voice of the deepest charms. Yes, Eric had considered it to be quite ironic that he dreaded the memory of the Sea Witch using the very voice of the Princess as a tool to snatch his mind—however, from the lips of the Princess—he allowed himself to be captured by the magic, which her song seemed to project. His affections for her had grown far too great for him to run away in fear of it. Surely, not a single melody heard among mortal maidens could ever come close in comparison.

It was the Call, he'd realized a while back. Even if his Princess bride, was born to the sea before, and now belonging to the land of the mortalkind, she still possessed the gift to Call.

Eric had remembered all the legends and all the superstitions that fishermen got so riled up about at the docks. Although, never had he believed he would be so fortunate to truly hear the incredible Call of a Siren—to have one love him—and live to tell the tale.


Honestly I don't usually aim for Disney fics whatsoever. But this was just an idea I recieved one boring night while I had this movie playing in the background. Plus, I'm a Mythology fanatic and I love writing in what I call "Grimms' sytle" haha.

Thanks for the reader's time!