I grimaced as my TV sized camera focused on the elderly Once-Ler. He smiled, unknowingly, as he continued on watering the young Truffula trees. I, the once powerful and mighty, O'Hare continued on watching him through the camera in my giant air blimp.
It had been a whole three months since that Once-Ler had convinced that kid Ted Wiggins to plant that tree in the middle of Thneedville. The sky, since then, turned into a sickeningly crystal clear, and the air had never been cleaner. That of course, had ruin my business. O'Hare Air was no more. All I had left was some of my men, my air blimp, and my zillions and zillions of dollars. But that wasn't enough! On the bright side though, I finally had my peace and quiet. The one and only thing I've missed so much since I'd started my empire. Ever since that kid, the townsfolk had kicked me out of Thneedville. Though the money was no longer multiplying, the peace and quiet had been pretty nice. Maybe-
No. I needed to get back. Oh and how I dreamed of how I would torture the Once-Ler for what he has done to me. How I craved to do it! To make him feel pain, to make everything he loves and holds dear into nonexistence. I had multiple ideas. My eyes grew to the size of cantaloupes when I thought about them, I loved them that much.
"Sir! Sir! What do you say?" one of my men said suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Huh, what did you say?"
I was at a meeting, going over how we could torture the old Once-Ler with my men.
One man leaned back in his seat. He shrugged. "Why can't we just kill him? Fast, easy, and painful, if done right."
I shook my head. "No. That kid Ted Wiggins and that weird orange fluffy meatloaf he hangs out with are surely to find his body, no matter what we do. And if any one is to find out that I killed him," I said laughing," Well, I can't have a murder on my record, right?"
The man nodded, thinking.
"Maybe I can be of some help?" a voice said suddenly. We all looked at the far end of the table, where a shadowy figure now sat.
"Who are you?"
The shadowy figure stood up and made her way towards we could see that the figure was short for a woman, and that she glided more than walking.
"That is none of the importance. But I have something that might help you with your, um, little problem." She pulled out an old book out of her cloak. The book, which had somehow created a strange sense in the air, was dark brownish green with vines and strange markings on it.
I cocked an eyebrow. "And this is suppose to help me how?"
The woman handed me the book. "This is no ordinary book. This is Book of Thoth, a book with the power to creating—or unraveling—the very threads of existence. And time travel. Bring the younger version of the Once-Ler, the one right after he cuts down all the Truffula trees, to the old man's Lurkem. And I'll take care of the rest ."
There was a moment of silence as I took this all in. I looked down at the book. I smiled. My smile quickly faded though, as I looked away from the book and at the woman. "Why are you helping me?"
"Lets just say the Once-Ler and I have some, uh, mends that we need to fix from the past."