Fiora sat in the rotting building, enjoying her solitude, festering in her hatred. The more her anger grew, vines grew in twisted and thorny tentacles. Even the leaves on her body fell off and were replaced by spines. Her hair remained a mix of purple and red.

The cawing showed up again, interrupting her thoughts. That pesky bird wouldn't go away. It'd come and go despite being driven away. After a while, she began to tolerate its presence. Some company was better than none. And misery certainly loved company.

Eventually, the green forest girl held out her hand to pet the black feathers of the crow. The crow made soft sounds as it was stroked by its new mistress. It nipped her green fingers lightly with its beak and then hopped on her hand. She gazed into the blackbird's eyes, bonding with the bird. This would be her companion. Her eyes. Her ears. Her...

She sighed, looking enviously, yet admiring at the bird's wings. She felt the phantom flapping of invisible wings on her back, feeling that sting in her heart as the memory came of the day of treachery. She stroked the crow's wings, feeling the feather's softness and glossiness. Oh! How she missed her wings. How they kept her warm at night. How strong they were to carry her above the trees and into the sky. She would never be able to feel that again.

"I need you to be my wings," she said. "Find a young man named Once-ler. He has stolen my wings. I need you to find out why. You should find him in the human lands. He has black hair and blue eyes. He wears gray...at least that's what I remember the last time I have seen him."

The bird cocked its head as if it were listening to its mistress. With a flap of its black wings, it took off flying. She watched as the bird flew away, growing smaller and smaller until it was just a speck in the sky.

The crow flew over the human lands, looking for what its mistress was looking for. Flying overhead, it stopped to roost on a few roofs, power lines and tree branches until he found the man Mistress was looking for.

It listened in and saw that money was being exchanged between the two men. Permits were being handed to him to begin. Once-ler looked over the permits and was ready to start working.

Once-ler looked over the permits as he sat in his small office building that he managed to purchase. His family was working there to help with the business. The Mayor pulled a few strings to hire more employees.

He was looking forward to starting his business. He talked to the construction men about how he wanted his factory built and where he wanted it.

"ONCIE!" his mother said. "When are we going to get this business off the ground? Start making some real money?"

"Patience, Mom," said Once-ler. "The business is a little slow...but steady. I have to finish getting all these permit approvals and paying the construction workers."

"I thought the Mayor was lending you money. I'm tired of living like this!"

"Relax, Mom. Once we start removing some trees, we can make more money."

The crow cawed, tilting its head, listening to the young man called Once-ler. It fluttered down to the desk and snapped up a piece of paper in its beak before taking off. Its mistress would surely be pleased to see this.

The Lorax heard the sounds of buzzing and droning of machinery. The sentries awakened and defended the forest as best they could. The men fled from the machines. Thankfully, the Mayor had back-up. They brought flame throwers and explosives. The sentries burst into flames, roaring with pain. The Lorax saw the monsters invading the Moors.

"Get to safety, everyone!" he shouted, guiding the creatures to the center of the forest.

He looked worriedly out towards the destruction of the forest. He wondered where his student hand gone. Despite hearing what had happened, he knew he had to find her. And fast. She was Guardian of the Moors. Yet she left. If he could find her, he had talk to her about coming back. The forest had to be protected.

While waiting for the bird to return, Fiora grunted as she felt the pains from the forest. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. She had to get back to the Moors. She sensed the pain of Mother Tree's children as they were slaughtered. She heard their cries of terror and pain. She felt their hearts stopping.

The bird cawed and held a piece of paper in its beak, showing the paper of permits that allowed Once-ler to destroy her forest. The fairy didn't understand what these papers meant. She bonded with her new familiar and saw what her companion had seen. It showed money. Once-ler sitting in his office, working on his plans to destroy the forest. Her rage grew as she learned the awful truth about the human she once loved. Green magic overflowed from between her fingers and she gripped her staff tightly.

"He did this..." she seethed. "To me so he could have money."

With a scream of rage, her magic dispelled in an eruption of green magic, filling the sky with a bright green light. Her rageful scream sent thunder into the sky. Green bolts of lightning erupted in flashes. The clouds began to gather. The winds began to pick up speed, making the trees lean painfully.

The humans had seen this phenomenon in the sky and stared in awe and wonder at what could've caused this. The thunder roared and the winds terrified the humans, sending them running back inside. Once-ler saw this and his heart dropped into his stomach. He knew what this could've caused this. One person who could control the Forces of Nature.

Fiora marched back to the Moors. Her fury was pulsing-the wind blew powerfully, blowing a gate right off its hinges as she approached it. Thorny vines sprouted in her path. Upon arriving, she found devastation: a section of the Moors had been ravaged; the trees had been cut, grass was ripped up, leaving only dirt and rocks, bushes had been burned. Yellow beasts with metal bodies and giant spiked wheels and had sharp blades of axes. This only fanned her rage: the winds began to pick up, thunder rumbled in the sky and the skies darkened by dark grey clouds. Thick vines snaked and curled and wrapped around the yellow beasts, thorns sprouted angrily.

She would protect her forest. Her domain. Whatever it took. No matter how high the cost.

The creatures became fearful when they heard the thunder in the sky. The winds blowing powerfully. Dark clouds formed and hovered over their home. The trees even seemed afraid. Thick vines continued to twist and turn as it announced the arrival of their protector.

Mother Tree's roots sprouted from the ground, creating a twisted, spiked throne as if She were expressing all her rage for the betrayal and destruction of Her children. Fiora fashioned herself a throne beneath Mother Tree's roots. She also fashioned herself new clothes-they were brown with some green. Her leaves had fallen off and spines of thorns sprouted, giving her a threatening appearance. She created a crown made of thorned branches and dead leaves.

The creatures cowered before the fairy. They sensed her anger and malevolence. The sentries stood beside her, loyal as ever. The spoke in their woody tongue to bow before their Queen. She sat on her new throne with her head held high, watching the creatures bowing to her.

The Lorax arrived to see what had happened. He was horrified to see what his student had become. Once a beautiful youth that was horribly amputated, yet her appearance was dark and angry.

"Fiora," the Lorax said surprised.

She only gazed at her teacher with cold, green eyes, her face emotionless except it pulsed with rage.

"Fiora, listen," the Lorax said; he was afraid too, given that he was older than her. "You should not use the Forces like this."

"What happened here, Lorax?" she said. "Why are the trees cut down?"

"The humans are invading the Moors. They just showed up. Where were you?"

"That's none of your concern. I am back, aren't I? Things are going to change around here. Anyone who is not loyal to their Protector is considered a traitor."

"This is NOT what being a Guardian is about, Fiora!" the Lorax said angrily. "You're supposed to protect the Moors, not be a cruel dictator. The Forces are NEVER to be used for one's own personal motives. It'll cause only trouble for you."

"I CONTROL the FORCES OF NATURE, PUNY FOOL!" the green fairy bellowed; the thunder cracked loudly as she spoke. "THEY OBEY ME! In fact, I AM Nature's Arm. Her Spirit. I AM HER!"

"Fiora, this is wrong. I understand you're angry. But this is the wrong way to deal with it."

"Cowardly fool! I don't need you ANYMORE! Now begone!"

She shot a bolt of green light towards the Lorax, causing an angry thorn bush to sprout. This scared him. He was afraid.

"Alright," he said defeated. "I'll leave...only because you don't need me anymore. You'll have to learn your lesson the hard way about using the Forces for your own personal agenda. But don't say I didn't warn you."

The orange Guardian turned away, heading towards the border of the Moors, looking sadly at his former student. He knew no good would become of this. Given he was older than Fiora, he knew the devastating powers of the Forces. Though he was no longer welcome in his home, the human lands were no safer. He would find somewhere safe for now. He would watch and see what would come.