Oliver observes the crowd gathering around him as he scans his surroundings. With a deep sigh, he closes his eyes and steps forward, venturing down the road. He then raises his chin and fixes a steady gaze ahead.

     All eyes lock on the Remaining Podeshire as the crowd makes way for him, parting in the middle of the street. Men and women step aside, their heads fixed on Oliver. Everyone stares at the Remaining Podeshire, their anticipation building as they wait for a miraculous event to unfold.

     After a few steps forward, Oliver halts and looks at the cloudless sky. The bright blue atmosphere pierces his eyes, causing him to squint as he gazes at the heavens. In the ensuing silence, Oliver begins to swirl and circle his fingers on his right hand. White, glittering particles slowly materialize, forming a floating ball of liquid that levitates above his palm.

     Oliver then brings his hands together, continuing to wiggle and circle his fingers with both hands. As he does, the floating water ball grows in size. As the element becomes as large as a human head, Oliver raises his arms upright and releases the ball, sending it soaring towards the sky.

     The ball of liquid shoots upward, steadily increasing in size and quantity. Gradually, it transforms into an oval shape, stretching slightly as it reaches the altitude where birds fly. Suddenly, it begins to glow and compress, turning into a small drop that becomes invisible to the eye from the ground. Then, what comes next is silence.

     In the blink of an eye, an explosion reverberates through the sky, resembling thunder. The tiny drop of water Oliver summoned ignites like a firework, transforming into sparkly, white, foamy particles that disperse throughout the sky. The white particles gradually morph into greyish clouds, spreading and covering the once-blue sky. Soon, dark, heavy clouds shroud the heavens.

     As people watch from the streets, they feel splatters on their faces. The scent of the surroundings changes, resembling the refreshing aroma of moist soil. It takes them a moment to realize that raindrops are drizzling and showering the land.

     The sharp, cold sensation brings smiles to the faces of the crowd. No one can contain their joy, succumbing to the urge to jump and cheer. Applause fills the air as they roar in excitement. Eyes glisten with watery glee as they look at each other, clapping and laughing, praising the Remaining Podeshire.

"Rain? Rain!"

"It's drizzling!"

"Marvellous!"

     Oliver raises his arm, and a powerful breeze sweeps across the land. The element Oliver conjured causes everyone's hair and clothes to sway in the wind. The sensation of the cold breeze against their skin intensifies the crowd's joy, leading them to giggle and chuckle even more. Everyone jumps and leaps from the ground, raising their hands and dancing with their feet.

Meanwhile, Aaron's eyes glistened with tears of shock and joy. "Indeed, he is the prophet!" Aaron proclaimed.

Oliver caught wind of Aaron's words, piquing his curiosity. He approached Aaron and inquired, "I've heard you say I am a prophet?"

"Verily, you are!" Aaron affirmed.

"Could you enlighten me about my prophecy?" Oliver asked, tilting his head in curiosity.

"It has been said!" Aaron raised a finger. "Thou shalt meet a mortal fair, whose presence shall suffice thee with care. He shalt be present, steadfast and true to fulfil his deeds as destiny drew!"

     Oliver's heart quickens as a weight of surprise settles upon his chest. A smile blooms across his face, radiant and sincere. His gaze fixates on his hands, yet a whisper of doubt lingers within his mind, denying the extraordinary that resides within. In a tender moment, Oliver's heartbeat softens, and with a gentle surrender, he lowers his palms.

Oliver immediately humbled himself. He then spoke from the depths of his heart. "I'm not a prophet but an ordinary man... just a man of God. Your faith in the Almighty has guided you to this moment, where you have found a man who shall alleviate your burdens. Therefore, here I am."

The crowd nodded, eagerly absorbing every word Oliver uttered.

"Oh," Aaron's gaze softened, touched by Oliver's humility and wisdom.

Oliver lowered himself to his knees, and those around him sat on the street, forming a circle. "Dear mortals, lend me your ears, for I say unto you: when faith takes hold, so too does patience. Let it become your virtue. As long as you have patience, you can achieve anything," Oliver stated, his voice carrying a weight of profound wisdom that resonated with all who listened.

     In a collective gesture, heads nodded in unison, their eyes fixed on the ground. Time seemed to slow as they allowed the weight of Oliver's words to settle within their souls. Each person took a moment to immerse themselves in reflection with their gazes transfixed on the sandy floor. With each passing second, their contemplation deepened, and the radiance of their smiles blossomed, spreading across their faces like the gentle dawn.