A cathedral that pointed to the heavens in the centre of the Kingdom of Rynad.
Wearing a pearl white coat of paint to show its innocence in a city of crime.
Golden chandeliers hung from above. A variety of exotic multicoloured flowers waited around the room with the guests who all sat patiently on pews, talking to each other.
The groom, Prince Sebastian, was also waiting. He waited next to the unadulterated alter, with his father, the king, smiling at him in the corner of his eye.
The two of them waited for the pale bride, Clara, to walk down the aisle.
They didn't have to wait long, for the large wooden reinforced doors swung open, as a goddess dressed in white began to walk down to her soon to be husband. Stunning the room with her beauty.
"So, this must be the place."
It was a coincidence that Fishy arrived at the correct timing. He stood outside the large gates into the castle grounds where the cathedral resides. Except, he wasn't alone.
"You can't enter." The heavily armed guards crossed their pikes, stopping Fishy from entering. "Unless you have an invitation."
"Actually, I do!" Fishy happily exclaimed, digging through his trouser pockets to look for the invitation which he couldn't find. "I must have left it somewhere."
"Sorry, you can't come in." The guards pushed him back.
"Well, I was hoping to enter peacefully but I guess I'll have to use force."
The guards didn't take kindly to those words and armed their pikes at Fishy. Other guards from nearby ran up, unsheathing their swords which they also pointed towards him.
"You cannot enter!" The guards exclaimed as Fishy started to walk towards the entrance.
Each step shook the guards. Their arms felt heavy as they held their weapons. They attempted to step forward to fight, but as they did, the ground around them was swallowed up by ice.
Without moving.
Without blinking.
The ground they all stood on was coated in a thin layer of slippery ice.
"I told you I didn't want to use force." Fishy walked across with his hands in his pockets.
The guards attempted to stop him, but walking only caused them to slip. Their heavy armour didn't help, as no matter what they did, they couldn't stop themselves from falling.
"I hope things will calm down when I enter," He said, "But I imagine it won't."
Fishy words seemed to carry a curse, as a tank-like guard jumped out of nowhere, tightly gripping the end of a large whip-like chain.
The walking tank blocked Fishy from entering. Behind him dragged along by the chain in his hand was a large metal spiked ball that destroyed the ice as it moved.
With all the weight in his large body, he whipped forward the large metallic ball that crushed the walls and ice it came across.
Fishy saw its destructive power before it even reached him, and managed to jump back, his hands still in his pocket.
"I don't have much time left. I kinda need to enter." Said Fishy.
"Try it." The guard reeled the ball back in, ready to swing again.
"Alright." Fishy quietly said as he vanished from the guard sight. The guard turned around in confusion to see Fishy behind him.
Fishy was faster than the guard could react.
"I have no reason to fight you," Fishy said as he continued to walk. "As I said, I just need to stop the wedding."