Dryads

"Where the world bleeds and life wanes, a pale creature, as tall as an elf and as beautiful as an nymph will appear, healing what time can't."
An old fairytale

A mystery surrounds the beings known as Dryads. A race of the Elves, so it would seem, yet ever so different;

Wastelands, ruined by the great war, suddenly flourishing with life, the wounds everlasting, healed in an instant, the poisoned rivers, sparkling crystal clear. Leaving behind nothing but a short glimpse at the tall, ghostly figure of a Dryad....