Serge stared out at the open sea that was laid out before him. It stretched out as far as he could see, still rolling on without a change.

The unchanging tides...

It was Leena who first told Serge about those very waves.

"I think the waves will still be rolling on, long after our lifetime..."

That was painfully true. Leena was since gone, driven off along with all of the residents of Arni village. Serge missed her forceful nature and overpowering commands. But Leena was never coming back.He didn't even know if she was still alive or not.

Serge looked around the empty dock. It was depressingly silent. There weren't any children frolicking around in the water, no lazy fisherman dozing off, and most importantly, no Leena around babysitting. As Serge drew closer to Leena's trusted watchspot, more of her words floated into his mind.

"But what's important is not the past, but the present! YES! We must live each day anew!"

It was Serge's only way of remembering the sweet country girl he grew up with. He knew about the crush she had on him, but he always looked at her as more of a sister than anything else. If there was anyone he really cared about...

"Oi! I'm gunna kick yer sorry arses so hard you'll kiss the moons!"

Her...that fiery blonde thief of the Radical Dreamers.

"Serge...How've you been? I'm...right here..."

Serge was pretty sure that he was in love with Kid. He did everything for her, from helping her find the Frozen Flame, fighting against Lynx, getting a cure for her life threatening poison, even saving her from her own wretched nightmares. He thought the world of Kid, and she did the same. But he wouldn't ever be able to find out if what he and Kid had could be called love, as she too was gone without a trace. Serge didn't have anyone to hold close to him when he was feeling scared or hurt anymore. He was always able to confide in Kid's cocky attitude and never say die convictions, it kept him going that extra mile. Now his arms could only embrace the empty darkness of his own self.

Serge sighed a heavy sigh, burying his face into his hands. Even if Kid were still around today, Serge knew deep down that she'd never be able to look at him the same. After all, he was Lynx, now and forever, Kid's mortal enemy. He was not only cursed with the shame of his defeat, but the fact that he was the one Kid had hated the most.

Withdrawing his face and looking back up, Serge glared down at the water. That sickening reflection of Lynx looked right back, almost mocking him. Whenever he saw himself as he was now, it made him want to end the pitiful life he led. It was then that Serge began to really wonder...

Why do I continue to exist?

What's left for me?

To wander aimlessly for the rest of my life?

I have no past now...

No present...

And a horrible future I brought about with my own failure...

I don't want to be what I am...

What sort of meaning is left for me...?

So why do I live...?

Serge began to totter back and forth on the edge of the dock. His body swayed helplessly for a few moments, and then fell into the sea. He made absolutely no attempt to try and swim, simply letting the waves overtake his body and bury him under their weight. As he sunk below the depths, he started to black out. It was all over for Serge. He was going to relinquish his unwanted title of The Assassin of Fate and forfeit his own life. They all had their place in the world, somewhere they belonged. But Serge was just an unwanted piece of a puzzle that was since completed, as Harle had once told him.

But...as Serge felt his last bit of life begin to fall away, he heard a faint melody in the distance. Its serene pitch and tone reached his heart and touched it with a basking warmth. It was so strange, yet at the same time so familiar. Serge opened his eyes and looked up at the surface. There was someone sitting on a rock just above him, holding a harp and strumming it gracefully. While he couldn't speak physically, he could actually begin to hear mysterious, caring words riding in on the very waves that were surrounding him, hidden within the notes of the song. Someone was trying to convey their thoughts to him, and he was able to respond with his own.

What is it you want with me...?

I want you to live...

For what reason? I am useless to the world...

No one is useless, we all have meaning.

I brought about a great tragedy with my own incompetence...

It is a burden I too share, do not shoulder it alone.

No one else deserves such sinful weight...

I will revel in the sin, because I know I can get through it.

How...?

With you...

Why...?

Becauseyou are my meaning...

What makes me worthy?

Be you one of them or be you one of us, what makes you who you are, is what captivates me so.

...Who are you...?

Your sweet siren of the sea...

Serge began to madly paddle his way back up to the surface. He was on the brink of death, but that same melody continued to echo amongst the waves, giving him the strength he needed to swim. The sunlight greeted Serge as he emerged. He coughed and sputtered, trying to get the water out of his lungs. He clung to the dock pillar and managed to pull himself back up. He layed there for a few moments, gagging from the salt water he had inhaled. When he was finally able to breathe normally again, he sat up and looked around. There was no one to be found. There wasn't even a rock where he supposedly saw someone. He had imagined the entire thing.

Or so he thought. That familiar melody started once again. Serge looked back down at the water and saw that figure once again. As they continued to play, they slowly made their way up to the surface. The tune got louder and more intense as they neared, and with each pluck of the musician's harp, Serge felt a warm notion in his heart he hadn't felt for what seemed like ages. Not since beforeKid had vanished had he felt such peace.

The figure emerged from the sea and looked at Serge with her beautiful golden eyes.

"Herr Serge..."

Serge stepped back in shock.

It was Irenes!

"Please reconsider Herr Serge, dis isn't like you..."

Serge looked at Irenes confusedly, he couldn't think of any words to say (which was quite normal for him anyway), so he could only motion at her with shock.

"Ja...I know..." Irenes said. "It isn't my place to say wat you do wit your life, but I...I don't want you to die...you mean too much to me..."

Serge shook his head in defiance. Irenes didn't need Serge to tell her what he was feeling, his actions told her more than words could ever hope to accomplish. But Irenes didn't want to lose Serge to his despair. She didn't want to feel the same sadness that Toma's wife was forced to endure each and every day. Irenes knew Serge hated being confined within Lynx's body for the rest of his mortaldays. He had never asked to be part of this grand scheme of the worlds, he was thrust into it against his own will. But his valiant nature prevented him from ever quitting. That same valiance had now led him to the miserable existence he meeked out. There was hardly anything left for him;but Irenes was a part of the reason he was still alive.

Serge's friendship with Irenes was one of the few remaining threads that heldhim from the realm of insanity. Irenes knew this too. And now, with her last chance at saving the one she held dear to her rapidly slipping away, Irenes decided it was time to strengthen her bond with the boy, by admitting what she felt in her young heart.

"Herr Serge...dere ist not'ing in dis world for me either...not'ing...except you. We are of two different races, we come from two different worlds, but...dat matters little to me. If you are gone...den I have no meaning anymore..."

Serge edged closer to the edge of the dock again as he took in the words of Irenes.

"...I don't want to feel the sadness of losing someone dear to me again...I want to know what my sister felt with Fargo..."

Serge looked at Irenes with his feral eyes. Irenes was drawn in by those eyes of his. She felt a great peace whenever she stared into them. It didn't matter if he was Lynx or his human form, that same feeling of security always remained when he looked at her. In his eyes, Irenes could do no wrong, and she could speak only the pure and innocent truth.

Dropping her harp into the water, Irenes made her way over to Serge, who had just knelt down on the dock. She put her hands on her chest and took a deep breath. She exhaled, and beared her soul for the very first time to Serge.

"Itreasure you more 'dan anything in dis' world, or any ot'ter world, Herr Serge. Please don't go away..."

Irenes reached out with her hand, beckoning to Serge. He stood there in complete silence for a few moments, taking in all of what he had just heard. This young mermaid, of the great ruling demi-human race of El Nido, wanted nothing more than to be loved. Serge wondered what Fargo felt when Zelbess confessed very similar words to him. But like the old pirate captain, Serge too could look beyond the racial features of another and find the true gem of their existence. The gem that was Irenes was his for the taking, and he refused to hurt one who had remained by his side for so long.

Irenes' hand continued to linger in the air, just waiting to be taken hold of. Looking into her golden eyes, her stunningly captivating eyes, Serge was finally beginning to feel like he too had a place he belonged. It was a small place, but possibly the most important place in all of the world. Slowly, he reached out and took the young sea girl's hand in his own, clutching it firmly, but lovingly. He gently pulled her out of the water and drew her close to his body in a gentle embrace. Irenes felt her breath being stolen from herlungs as she rested her head on Serge's muscular chest. The tiarra fell from her head, and her flowing blue hair cascaded down onto her shoulders.

Serge, on the other hand, had his face rested on Irenes' shoulder, silently weeping. Irenes wrapped her arms around Serge's waist, softly cooing in his ear to calm him.

"I am here for you and you alone, Herr Serge..."

Later that day, Serge and Irenes returned to Marbule. Irenes hopped off the boat, and Serge followed soon after. After that, Serge untied the line holding the boat to the island and sent it off with a shove. He no longer had a need to aimlessly wander, he had meaning once again: to be worthy of the love of his savior sweet: Irenes. As they entered the village, the Sage was there to greet them.

"I see you found what you were looking for Irenes." The Sage said.

"Ja." Irenes said with a happy nod.

"...I told the others about the boy's identity." The elderly ruler informed the two.

"Wat!" Irenes gasped. "Sage! How could you!"

"Calm down Irenes. They still accept him, even if he was a human before."

"...Isht dat true?"

"It isn't something I would lie about Irenes." The Sage said informantly. "They saw how much you care for young Serge, and decided not to interfere, even if they didn't agree with it."

"If only dey could've realized dis sooner..." Irenes said with a grimace.

"Yes, I know. It is an error that will hang about our people for some time. But we don't want to repeat the same mistake once more."

The Sage looked at Irenes, then at Serge.

"You no longer to need to be called Lynx anymore, lad. You are free to live as you please, we will not persecute you as we were once persecuted by your kind."

The Sage withdrew something from behind him. It was the Mastermune.

"Take your memories, share them with us, we will listen, just as Irenes will listen to all of your heart's pains and troubles."

Serge glanced once at Irenes, then took hold of his former weapon.

"Come you two, let us look back at the pastmistakes of our races, and hope that we never relive them in this day and age."

The Sage made his way back into the village, and Serge followed, holding on tightly to Irenes' hand...

The Song of Marbule. It was a song that was supposed to reunite two races at constant odds with each other. But its true meaning was soon lost in the confusion of an otherworldly struggle. Its true purposewas only rediscovered when it was used by a yearning maiden of the sea. A maiden whose desperate, wounded heart cried out to be loved. Her pleas were answered by an unsung hero who wanted the very same thing. Two lost souls were brought together by a single song.

The Siren's Song.

'Fin

A/N: Well? What did you think? I'm pretty impressed I was able to work this as I had. Irenes' accent was hard to implement as it was in the game, so don't crucify me if I didn't get all of the apostrophes and such in their correct places. Anyway, until I write another off beat romance between two characters that would more than likely never get together under normal circumstances, farewell.>