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Thirty Six Truffula Trees - Pre Plot
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whichwayyoulean[The Once-ler is used to a busy schedule. After all, he always has a number of jobs on the go at once, and it's rare he finds time to just stop nowadays. However, he always makes time for Ted, the kid means the world and more to him, after all.
But Ted was nowhere to be found in the mansion they were staying in while the Once-ler worked on a home in the city for them both. He wasn't in the garden, anywhere in the town, or even by the tree. He'd tried contacting the kid over and over again in the journal, with no answer. Eventually, he knew he'd have to do that most dreaded of activities: checking the door of a loved one.
Of course, Ted's name was not there, and the Once-ler's heart sank. He couldn't stay in the hallway, not with the mistletoe still around, so he quickly got out of there, finding the one thing, the one place in this castle that linked the two of them. Not caring that much for the snow, he sat down by the growing Truffula tree. He slowly became aware of a horrible, empty feeling, a dark endless void starting to fill him on the inside. Absently, he recognised it as the feeling he had as everyone had left him alone in the Valley. It was a terrifying, hopeless sort of feeling. He'd almost forgotten what it was like.
He stayed there for a while, ignoring the cold, before eventually letting out a shuddery breath, taking out his journal and writing in it, not trusting his voice]
For those who care. [The irony of his chosen opening statement was not lost on him] Ted Wiggins has gone home.
[And with that he closed his journal, remaining where he was sitting for now, staring at the red tufts of the little tree. Fifty years was going to be a long, long time]
But Ted was nowhere to be found in the mansion they were staying in while the Once-ler worked on a home in the city for them both. He wasn't in the garden, anywhere in the town, or even by the tree. He'd tried contacting the kid over and over again in the journal, with no answer. Eventually, he knew he'd have to do that most dreaded of activities: checking the door of a loved one.
Of course, Ted's name was not there, and the Once-ler's heart sank. He couldn't stay in the hallway, not with the mistletoe still around, so he quickly got out of there, finding the one thing, the one place in this castle that linked the two of them. Not caring that much for the snow, he sat down by the growing Truffula tree. He slowly became aware of a horrible, empty feeling, a dark endless void starting to fill him on the inside. Absently, he recognised it as the feeling he had as everyone had left him alone in the Valley. It was a terrifying, hopeless sort of feeling. He'd almost forgotten what it was like.
He stayed there for a while, ignoring the cold, before eventually letting out a shuddery breath, taking out his journal and writing in it, not trusting his voice]
For those who care. [The irony of his chosen opening statement was not lost on him] Ted Wiggins has gone home.
[And with that he closed his journal, remaining where he was sitting for now, staring at the red tufts of the little tree. Fifty years was going to be a long, long time]
