Jean brought Oliver a gleaming glass jar, placing it in his hands. As he observed his adoptive father's actions, Jean couldn't help but wonder about the intentions behind the request. However, he remained silent, standing alongside Victoria, Elizabeth, Albert, and George.

     Oliver grasped the jar firmly and positioned it beside him on the bed. Suddenly, he felt an energy pulling him upright. Oliver slowly lifted his torso from the mattress, carefully settling his back against the pillow.

     Seeing Oliver regaining an unexpected strength elicited astonishment from Victoria, Elizabeth, Albert, George, and Jean. Their eyes widened in surprise, jaws hanging agape as they gasped in disbelief. Unable to tear their gazes away, they locked their eyes on Oliver, witnessing a remarkable transformation.

     Oliver slides his fist into the jar's opening, and his palms suddenly begin emitting a radiant, sparkling light. Water pours down from his fingertips, filling the glass in an unexpected display of his elemental powers. The room falls silent as Victoria, Elizabeth, Albert, George, and Jean watch in awe, their jaws dropping to the floor. Seeing Oliver's innate abilities manifesting before their very eyes leaves them stunned.

     Once Oliver fills the glass jar with water, he returns it to Jean, extending it into his waiting hands. Jean steps forward and walks through his siblings. He gazes at Oliver for a brief moment, his hands outstretched, bridging the gap between them.

     Jean took the jar, cradling it close to his heart. He moved back to his position alongside his siblings, and they looked in awe at the water contained within the glass vessel. The liquid shimmered with a crystal-like luminance, its radiance captivating despite its fluid nature.

     With a gentle descent, Oliver reclined onto his back, resting his head on the soft, comforting pillow. A contented sigh lifted off his mouth as he closed his eyes, surrendering himself to peace. When he eventually opened his eyelids, his gaze shifted to each man and woman in the room with a warm smile across his flushed face.

"This is the last element I shall ever summon, and this water will never dry; it will serve as my legacy," Oliver stated.

     Victoria, Elizabeth, Albert, George, Jean, and the generations that followed them step forward, encircling Oliver on the bed. They lower their chins, opening their ears to listen as they lock their eyes on the Remaining Podeshire. Everyone gathers, wrapping Oliver in a sea of warm affection.

     Oliver's eyes begin to glisten. He feels his heartbeat growing faint with each passing second, yet his smile remains strong, stretching from ear to ear. With a deep, audible breath, he inhales and draws strength from the love surrounding him. Then, he releases a soft exhale, continuing his words.

"...To every man and woman in this room, I say unto you... be good people. Let love be your guiding light, and plant peace as I do," he stated. "I offer my words as a sermon to those who will embrace love and sow peace. Love cannot be forced, for it is tainted by corruption. Instead, let love flow naturally, fueled by genuine affection. Show passion to your fellow men, and defend your homeland with a spirit of harmony and serenity. Be courageous and bold, and have passion in your work." A glimmering smile graced Oliver's face as he continued. "Share your compassion and care, and foster friendships rooted in values and bonds. Conquer and rise above the temptations of lust; resist them with your might. Spread love wherever you go and eradicate hatred and prejudice. So, go... forgive others, for seeking forgiveness and accepting apologies shall be worthwhile... while seeking revenge shall bear no fruit." His voice gradually became slower and fainter, yet his words remained loud. "Be generous and giving. Humble yourself and extinguish your pride. Serve your father, mother, brothers, and sisters, and extend a helping hand to others and yourself in their pursuit of growth. And whatever may come, whatever challenges you may face, place your trust in God..." Oliver paused, taking deep breaths through his mouth, his voice steady but fragile. "Even if you find yourself amidst struggles... fear not, for every problem shall pass as you take one step at a time..."

     As Oliver concludes his sentence, his smile fades, replaced by a heavy frown that seems to reach his throat. His gaze falls, descending downwards, burdened by an unseen weight. A cold, deep breath streams through his nose, its chill permeating the air. Slowly, his head sinks deeper into the soft pillow, his ears engulfed by the white sheets.

Oliver sighed. "The struggles I have endured in this world are as numerous as the grains of sand upon the beach," he said. With his eyes tightly shut, he continued, delving into the depths of his past. "I lost my childhood family, became an orphan, and lived with cruel people who abused me and my power, raising me without affection and care but with solitude and neglect. I passed through an arranged marriage and countless forced wedding proposals. And now I am living through the deaths of the men and women I once knew... the men and women I cherish..."

     Waves of hope ripple across Oliver's nerves, rekindling the spark of joy within him. His smile returns, stretching across his flushed face. Slowly, his eyes flutter open, glistening with aspiration as he looks at his beloved family.

"But look, I survived them all," he remarked, smirking as he reflected on his past trials.

     Victoria, Elizabeth, Albert, George, and Jean gather closely around the bed, beaming a smile of gratitude at their loving adoptive father. Their arms brush against one another, and a whirlwind of emotions stirs, causing their eyes to shimmer with tears, reflecting their profound love and deep appreciation for Oliver. With a gentle inclination, they offer a silent nod, acknowledging the possibility that these may be their last moments together, silently conveying their final goodbyes.

"My dearest family, let it be in your hearts that your souls have resided within mine... from the beginning until eternity. I love you all," Oliver whispered, his voice growing fainter with each passing word.

     Oliver's body sank into the comforting embrace of his warm, cosy bed, staring at the ceiling above. A heavy weariness settled upon him, threatening to pull his eyelids shut. Determined, Oliver fought against the encroaching fatigue, willing his eyes to remain open. Yet, despite his efforts, a hazy veil of opacity descended, slowly blanketing his vision, blurring the world around him like a thick mist rolling in.

"As a descendant of my ancestors, I have gone through the world. I have sowed the seeds of peace, nurturing them until they bore the sweet fruits for you to eat. My duty, my purpose, is now fulfilled, and with a heavy heart, I bid you farewell... goodbye..."

     Oliver's eyelids gently close, surrendering to the tender embrace of paradise that eagerly awaits him. Oliver smiles for the last time as he bids a final farewell to the world, knowing his eyes will never open again. With a peaceful exhale, his last breath escapes, and at that moment, his soul departs his earthly vessel, ascending with the rising sun into the vast expanse of the sky.

     As dawn breaks, the sun emerges from the horizon, casting its radiant and shimmering glow upon the earth. The gentle golden rays filter through the bedroom windows, delicately enveloping Oliver—as if bestowing upon him eternal light. Then, the birds begin chirping as the wind howls.

     A serene stillness blankets every corner, merging effortlessly with an undeniable sense of peace. All is quiet—as if the very essence of silence has swallowed every sound. Yet, a boisterous clamour abruptly shatters the silence as a bustling crowd fills the air with their lively voices, their vibrant tones intermingling and echoing through the space.

     Murmurs and whispers overlap, clashing with one another, muffling the ears of those present. The voices blend and merge, their clarity dampened until a door creaks open, seizing everyone's attention. A hush falls over the crowd, and the atmosphere shifts to stillness. The silence reigns supreme, enveloping everything in its rule, reclaiming dominance over the space with peace.

"It is the sixth of October, nineteen o six. Today marks the day of the death of our Last Podeshire..."