A brisk wind disturbed the long flowing branches and leaves of a large, mossy willow tree that seemed to proudly stand at the edge of a river bank. Though appearing like a regular tree, this willow held a surprise for anyone who intended to cause any harm to anything around it. It had been a few days since this large tree had taken root by the river, drawing in nutrients and vital energy from the land. Reaching the limit, the willow began to shimmer, a faint white glow luminating from every piece of bark, every branch, and every leaf on the tree. After a quick few seconds, a female stood in the exact place where the once large willow tree had taken root.

Feeling refreshed, the small framed dryad stretched and inhaled deeply. The energy she had withdrawn from nature left her feeling completely rejuvinated and ready for anything; one of the perks of being a dryad. After saying a quick prayer thanking the land for what it had given her, Willow decided it was time to head back to her mother tree. She had already ventured out far enough and hadn't come across anything dangerous in several days. As she went to turn towards the direction of the Grand Tree, Willow sensed something was wrong with the forest just ahead. With a quick pace, she headed in the direction she felt something was wrong. The dryad moved silently, being naturally light footed and one with nature made her a mere ghost. Being able to remain unheard and unseen has helped Willow taken out many foes that trampled too close to home.

As the dryad reached what was supposed to be a still standing thick forest, her heart sank. For in front of her was what looked like a neverending graveyard of trees; a completely destroyed section of the forest and not far from her territory. Her earth brown eyes scanned the area as anger began filling her heart. "No.. This cannot go on. I'm sorry, my brothers and sisters." And with a silent prayer, Willow turned away from the graveyard and returned to the still standing forest behind her.