The Salith stole the Gallic Wings of the Fliers of Do’Odare. Without them the Fliers were nothing. Doomed to walk the earth, like the Lower Cranaks. But it is from the Cranaks that Saviour rose, from the stories of old. Higher and higher, he rose, across the Anjala Ocean, to the Salith.
On the White Rock, Saviour battled for three days, defeated the Salith and retrieved the Wings. But the Fliers refused them, saying they deserved to crawl the earth.
So, Saviour chose the New Fliers from the Lower Cranaks. Raising up those thought nothing and so Do’Ocran was born.