It was the big day, Snow White was finally going to marry her handsome prince and everyone in the kingdom was invited. A day prior, the prince managed to find the seven dwarfs that originally helped Snow. With them, the seven dwarfelles, all the peasants, and Mother Nature it was quite a ruckus even before the ceremony. Even Scowl and Batso managed to show. There were food and wine in abundance. In the Bride's dressing room, Snow is putting the finishing touches on her veil. She had not been allowed to choose the dress, as it was a gift from the prince. Looking at herself in the mirror, she did not mind the dress he chose for her from a neighboring kingdom, though she secretly still wished he had given her the choice. Snow was suddenly surprised by a knock on her door.

"Come in."

It was Mother Nature, smiling at Snow with a kind face. "I just came to see how you are doing. You look so wonderful." She sighs.

"Do you really think so?" Again she looks at herself in the mirror, "It isn't too pretty?"

"Oh don't be silly, you are breathtaking. Now, don't forget that you need to be at the altar in five minutes. Being fashionably late is not good behavior on a wedding day." With that, she was out of the room and Snow was alone again, staring at herself in the mirror. Perhaps these jittery feelings were normal before a wedding.

After smoothing her dress out for the ninth time, tucking away a stray strand of hair that simply wouldn't comply, and straightening her veil, snow was ready and about to step through the two doors separating her from her prince when there came a roaring crash from outside the door. Shaking with worry, she carefully opened her door and peered outside; except for a freezing gust of wind, the hallway was empty, but the door to the chapel was wide open. From her vantage point, Snow could see into the chapel at the scene unfolding. There, in the aisle, stood, from what Snow could see, a gorgeous woman with fiery hair, in a red and gold form-fitting dress, and jet-black wings jutting out from her back.

"I see you have prepared everything for my wedding, dear King." Her voice was as sweet as honey, but with a vaporous undertone. Her sharp yellow eyes were set on the King, who was standing beside his son.

"Lennore, you are b-b-back." Stuttered the King in surprise. The rest of the congregation had fallen silent in shock.

"Of course, I am back. Why wouldn't I come back for the wedding you promised me. I see my groom is the most handsome man I have seen in ages."

"This wedding isn't for you. It is for my fiancé Snow White!" blurted out the Prince before his father could stop him.

"Who? I am sorry, but that was not the agreement your father and I made years ago. Now, say 'I do' and we can be on our merry way to my castle in the mountains." Her voice remained sweet, but her eyes narrowed at the Prince's protest. Lennore didn't even waste a thought on Snow White.

"N-No, I won't marry you. I won't marry anyone other than Snow White." It was at that point that Lennore's smile began to falter and the look in her eyes could kill.

"Well, young man, you are not given the choice." Replied Lennore and walked up the Prince, grabbing his wrist.

"Hold it there missy!" Called Mother Nature and shot up from her seat in the pews and aiming a blast of magic at Lennore. The small cloud of glittery mist hit Lennore in the face. From Lennore's ornate red hair sprouted several green sprouts; however, Lennore remained unmoved.

"Isn't this cute." She stated bluntly and simply waved the sprouts away. "Now, it is my turn." With that, Lennore lifted her hand and took aim at Mother Nature. Her eyes glowed a bright orange and she shot out a blast of her own magic. Within the blink of an eye, Mother Nature was turned to stone. Snow White wanted to run to her friend's aid, but her legs would not obey and her voice froze in her throat; every instinct in her body urged her to stay hidden.

"Suck on lighting you hag!" shouted Thunderella as she shot up from her seat in the pews and began to conjure a thunderstorm, but she too quickly got turned to stone.

"Looks like I have to do this the hard way." Said Lennore in a calm voice and snaps her fingers. From them, a bright flash of light filled the chapel and Snow ducked behind the door fearing that looking at the light would blind her. From her hiding place, she heard a swishing sound and someone calling her name, then everything fell silent. Leaning against the door, Snow shook with every fiber of her being, she did not need to look to know who had been abducted and she feared what she would see if she opened the door. There was only one reason everything was so deathly silent.

After a minute of catching her barring, Snow White opened the door to take a look at the extent of the damage, to her horror, her worst fears turned out to be true. Everyone, the king, the peasants, the dwarfs, dwarfells, Mother Nature, everyone was turned to stone with expressions of shock and horror on their faces. With tears welling in her eyes, Snow White walked down the aisle that was meant to signal the happiest day of her life; there was no way it could have gone worse. Her prince gone and everyone she knew and loved turned to stone, what was she to do?

Her eyes roaming the sea of stone statues, they fell upon poor little Thunderella and Snow let out a small cry. The little dwarfell only wanted to help and paid dearly for it. With her face streaked with tears, Snow approached the little stone statue and wrapped her arms around the dwarfell before sobbing her heart out. Hugging her friend, she wished nothing more than to trade places with her and all the others. She thought it should have been her turned to stone if all that Lennore was after was her fiancé.

She must have been kneeling beside her friend sobbing for hours, as her wedding was scheduled for the early midday and by the time her tears ceased it was early dusk, with the windows showing the orange sky from the outside. To Snow's surprise, she heard voices coming from just outside the chapel; from what she could hear it was one man and one woman having a heated discussion.

"I am telling you she was here!" shouted the women, clearly aggravated at her companion.

"I do not doubt that, but I doubt she is still here or that we could find anyone able to help us." Countered the man, "Besides, with everyone else in the kingdom we have come across the way being turned to stone, I doubt she would have left any survivors.

So the damage wasn't contained to the chapel alone.

Snow remained where she was, unsure if she could trust the only other living people in the kingdom. Still shook up from the events the transpired earlier, she shrunk down when she heard the two strangers enter the chapel.

"See, I told you she isn't here anymore nor is someone here to could help us." Said the man and to Snow's surprise, she found the voice familiar, though she could not put her finger on it. Carefully and quietly, snow sank down to the ground and tried to look at the strangers from between the pew legs to see if she could identify them. To her surprise, she saw only one pare of male boots. Before she had the time to think, she felt herself being grabbed and dragged to her feet.

"Found a survivor!" called the women who grabbed her. The woman was tall, thin, with blond hair that hadn't seen a comb in ages, and piercing yellow eyes.

"Let go of me!" cried Snow and attempted to struggle against her capture, to no avail.

"And she is a feisty one!"

"Great, maybe she saw where Lennore went." Said the man and approached Snow and the woman, though Snow could not immediately identify her captor's male companion because she was still struggling against the women's iron grip. It wasn't until Snow heard the man speak up in surprise.

"You, what are you doing here?" Snow White froze when she finally recognized the person that voice belonged to. How could she forget the man that had tried to kill both her and her prince? Shaking from fear she finally met eyes with the evil sorcerer.

Lord Maliss.