The Anemos were a legendary tribe of Jupiter Adepts. They were well known for amazing Psynergy powers, such as being able to see the future as well as the ability to fly. It is therefore probable that they were an advanced civilization from Weyard's ancient past similar to the Mercury-aligned Lemuria. Legends state that the Anemos' city used to be located near Contigo, where there is currently a large crater. Little is known of their fate, except for speculation and the stories of the Contigo. What remains of the Anemos city is a large ruin called Anemos Sanctum, located near the large to the lore of Contigo, the Anemos suffered a great disaster. The event may be related to the seal placed on Alchemy. To preserve its culture, the Anemos performed an amazing feat: they lifted their city into the sky. Some believed that the city (specifically its rocky underside) became the moon.

Taken from the History of Weyard, author unknown

The sun rose. Sunlight immediately illuminated the old man's one-room home. As the sun continued its slow yet deliberate ascension, its golden rays began to coat his face, making him look decades younger. His face was visibly aged, but not so much. His wrinkles were distinct, but were stretched tautly over his face. They were like rivers, connecting and splitting apart whimsically. His eyes were deep blue, the same color as the ocean which surrounded the island he and he alone lived on. His blonde hair was like the rugged grass of the various pastures that populated Weyard, and reflected his personality: tough, due to the many wildfires encountered, yet peaceful.

Eventually, the sun striking against his closed eyes managed to awake him. He slowly sat up in his bed, and looked out the window across from him. The day was beautiful, as are most of the days in the Great Eastern Sea. The old man stood up and stretched. He felt, in the inner depths of his being, that something was different about this day. He felt strangely energized, as if the very air around him was ignited with psynergy. He walked out of his house into the open air and took a deep breath. Then he turned around.

A golden pillar illuminated the sky far to the east. It was many, many miles away, yet it was still clearly visible.

At first, the old man didn't believe what he saw. He knew that the lighthouses were being lit one by one, but could it have been completed so soon? Could the catalyst for his plan really have appeared so quickly?

There is…one way to find out… he thought apprehensively. He walked out of his home and to the edge of the small island, allowing his bare feet to stand in the rising and falling tide. He took a deep breath, and called upon the psynergy within him. There was a wind, within him. He took control of the energy, as if he had it grasped in his hand, and focused.

He began to levitate.

In the back of his mind, a feeling of elation grew like a balloon, but he didn't allow his concentration to be broken. He poured out more energy, and he lifted further off the ground. Soon, he was 10 feet in the air. A smile spread across his face, and he took off.

He soared like an eagle, following no distinct pattern. He flew above the palm trees surrounding his home, and circled the island. It had been decades since he last took flight. He could feel his strength leaving him, but the excitement of flying overcame his caution. He stopped midair, and rose straight into the air. He went higher and higher, and he could feel the temperature dropping. After a minute, he stopped and looked down at the land around him.

Weyard was beautiful.

He could see as far as the Apojii Islands, and the top of the Gaia Falls. The water was crystal clear and glinted. He could see the coasts of Angara and Gondowan. He hung in the air and simply looked for a few long minutes.

But, suddenly, a strong pain overtook him. It felt as if an arrow had been broken off inside of his chest. My psynergy…no…I still have sufficient psynergy left...then it must be…

He abruptly realized what was happening, and took off towards the ground, headfirst. As he descended, he could feel the pain dulling, as it was being replaced with a feeling of weakness. His arms and legs began to feel heavy, and his eyelids drooped. Breathing became a difficult task. He saw spots of blackness in front of his eyes. His life was slowly being extinguished.

As he approached land, he attempted to slow down, but it wasn't quick enough; he crashed painfully into the sand. He gasped for air and spit out grains of sand as he crawled towards his home. His sight was almost entirely gone now; he could only see vague shapes. He knelt in the center of his cottage and opened up the floor with a handle concealed by a rug. He reached in, groped around, and pulled out a half-full bottle of thick red liquid. Wasting no time, he quickly pulled out its cork and gulped down the bottle, giving out a satisfied sigh after he emptied its contents. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, it felt as if the liquid was leaving his stomach and spreading out through his body. It went from his fingertips to the bottom of his feet, and his sight quickly returned to normal. The wrinkles on his face slowly filled, and after a moment he appeared to be around the age of 30, as opposed to looking 60. He took in a few deep breaths, allowing the small amount of panic that was building up within him to subside.

He stood up and walked outside. The Golden Sun had arrived. He was back at full strength. It felt as if it was a new beginning. A new beginning indeed…He sat in the sand and focused his energy once more. Sending a message such a far distance is no mundane task, but it was doable. He concentrated all his energy and looked to the moon. The psynergy was visibly surrounding him now, like a strong wind. His entire being was intent on relaying this message, on these three words:

It has begun.