Nature spoke to her, it spoke of turmoil and tarnished lives, the whispering of the breeze, the shivering of the leaves, the moans of the trees, all told her that great evil had taken place in her grotto, her haven. The audacity, of some people, to act with violence in the sanctuary she swore to protect, worse still it was impure beings, those who care nothing for balance. Which in itself was integral, even the humans and there destructive ways, understood this simple fact. So why was she forced to watch as her great forest, trembled, the towering oaks, the vibrant flora and the inquisitive fauna; from the shy deer to the mighty hunters of the growth. It was all how it was meant to be.<br/><br/>But this transgression to nature, was taking place on her watch, her sisters sleeping, awaiting the arrival of the new queen, it was her duty. The youngest and yet the wisest of them all, standing at only 5.4 ft, with forest green hair in braids, her very hair appearing as alive as the forest. Her emerald eyes cautious but also with a determined fire, she wore a dress which was loose and if she spun, it would spin with her, made out of natural materials, over her head, was a circlet made out of ebony, with a strange stone, that didn't seem like any material anyone had seen.<br/><br/>Imelda was her name, and now she sensed a new presence, a new person invading the solitude, but she calmed, realizing it was a druid.<br/><br/>Using the trees as her eyes, she allowed them to show her who was walking, he was about half an hour away, but was coming towards here.<br/><br/>In front of Imelda were the bodies that had drove her to fury, slain, a young girl and mother, drained of blood and thrown away like rotten food. This insult would not be forgiven, most undead knew to stay away from here for good reason, a Dryad rarely forgot assaults on nature.