She fluttered a bit, glancing back between the two of them, eying Tommy closely, "Before the First Sundering, there were great peoples who ruled the world.  Prophecy says that they will return, one in fire and one in light.  There will be war in the Heavens and the gods will fall and rise again," she recited, as if she had told the story dozens of times.  "The two... they warred for control over the power to become Gods.  They destroyed themselves, but not before many ascended.  Nature itself rose in defiance, creating my peoples to guard against it ever happening again.  But we were driven back by the new children of the god.  We wait for the Final Sundering, when those of Fire return," and again muttered a word that curled Valla's soul, "Because then those of Light," and back to the blissful word, "Will arrive and set things to how they once were."  She paused, looking at Tommy for a moment.  "We wait because we dare not leave this island.  She stopped, as if she had revealed a bit too much.<br/><br/>Tommy jumped at that point, "Why?  Why don't you leave?  You have wings... couldn't you just go anywhere you chose?  I understand you'd get tired, but surely you could leave if you wanted..." he added, turning back to Valla with a sort of grin, "Or is this island important in itself?"  Drael didn't take kindly to it, frowning.<br/><br/>"Because I'm told not to.  I'm not old enough to make the decisions of my people."  Good answer, Tommy thought, shrugging.