This was a very, very long time ago, when the Alatien were a strong people, and we could spend days riding the hot winds above the seas. We hunted fish, then, and we were at war with the Maerum... the Wettails. Finally, Akalas could deliver the sacred jewel to the town across the sea, and upon returning to his village, he went to the Teller, bowed his head, and said "Forgive me, Teller, for in my arrogance I thought I could do everything. But I could not, and I became the Lost One because of it."