Meanwhile, in Riverbend Hamlet,
on the banks of the Silverwater River, the tranquil waters flowed gently, reflecting the moon's ethereal glow.
The river's surface rippled with a mesmerizing dance, mirroring the starry sky above and casting a serene ambiance over the hamlet.
Sir Elias Hawthorne stood on the riverbank, his weathered features illuminated by the soft moonlight.
Beside him, Oasis, still reeling from the revelations of his legacy, stood in silent contemplation.
The magical box and its contents lay between them, a silent testament to the mysteries that surrounded them.
The air was thick with anticipation as both Sir Elias and Oasis grappled with the weight of their thoughts.
Seven years' worth of unanswered questions swirled in their minds, mingling with the echoes of Oasis's father's words.
The letter's contents reverberated in the silence, each word carrying the weight of destiny and purpose.
As they stood in quiet reflection, the tranquility of the night was suddenly shattered by a surge of energy that rippled through the air.
The queen's aura, unleashed from the heart of Sylvaneth, reached even the quiet hamlet of Riverbend, its presence palpable in the night air.
Sir Elias's keen senses picked up on the subtle shift in the atmosphere, and he turned to Oasis with a knowing smile.
"Something good must have happened in the capital," he remarked, his voice tinged with anticipation. "Without a doubt, that is Queen Elara's magic."
Oasis, amazed by the power of the queen, felt a surge of determination coursing through him.
"I am going to be stronger than her, and stronger than everyone," he declared with unwavering resolve.
Turning to Sir Elias with a determined expression, Oasis made a request that echoed with the weight of his newfound determination.
"Please, Sir Elias, can you train me?" he asked, his voice filled with conviction.
Sir Elias's smile widened at Oasis's request, a spark of excitement dancing in his eyes.
"I was already planning to do just that," he replied, his tone brimming with enthusiasm.
It was as if a lion had spotted its prey, ready to embark on the thrill of the hunt.
With a steely resolve, Oasis affirmed his commitment to his own growth and development.
"I have to conquer myself before I conquer the realm and my problems," he declared, his words echoing with the weight of his determination.
"First things first," Sir Elias spoke with authority, his voice carrying a soothing resonance.
"Since your magic energy has stabilized, let's completely heal your injuries."
As Sir Elias began the incantation of his healing magic, known as "Sylvan Restoration," the air around them seemed to shimmer with a serene aura.
The healing energy reflected on the surface of the Silverwater River, casting a gentle glow as it enveloped Oasis in its soothing embrace.
Oasis felt a warm sensation wash over him as Sir Elias's magic worked its wonders.
The pain in his chest dissolved into nothingness, replaced by a sense of rejuvenation and vitality.
His wounds healed completely, leaving behind no trace of the injuries that had once plagued him.
With a deep breath, Oasis felt as though he were reborn, his body restored to its peak condition.
After the healing was complete, Sir Elias wasted no time delving into a comprehensive explanation of the various magic natures in the realm.
He began with the kingdom of Avaloria, describing it as the "Kingdom of the Eternal Sun," where powerful fire mages and sand manipulators harnessed the energy of the sun and sand.
"Verdantia," Sir Elias continued, his voice filled with reverence, "is a kingdom deeply connected to nature."
He explained how druids and elementalists in Verdantia harnessed the power of earth and plants to protect their homeland,
utilizing magic that resonated with the lush greenery and natural abundance of the kingdom.
As Sir Elias moved on to describe Frostgard, he spoke of a land shrouded in ice and snow, where its inhabitants were mainly skilled in ice magic and frost-based combat.
The capital city, he explained, was a marvel of icy architecture illuminated by shimmering auroras in the sky.
With each kingdom he described, Sir Elias provided detailed insights into the unique characteristics of their magic and the ways in which it manifested in the inhabitants.
He explained how some individuals were naturally attuned to certain types of magic, while others gravitated towards different forms based on their innate abilities and inclinations.
"Magic is as diverse as the kingdoms themselves," Sir Elias concluded, his voice filled with wisdom.
"Each form of magic is a reflection of the environment and culture of its respective kingdom, and those who wield it do so with a deep understanding of its nuances and complexities."
As Sir Elias spoke, he gestured towards the Silverwater River, a glint of determination shining in his eyes.
"In my prime, I was best in utilizing wind and water magic," he explained. "Allow me to demonstrate."
With a series of fluid movements and incantations, Sir Elias channeled his magic, drawing upon the elements of wind and water with a grace that spoke of years of practice and mastery.
The air around them began to stir, a gentle breeze sweeping through the clearing as the surface of the river rippled in response.
With a focused gaze, Sir Elias extended his hands towards the river, his magic weaving together in a seamless dance of power and control.
A whirlwind formed above the water, swirling with increasing intensity as it gathered moisture from the river below.
In a breathtaking display of skill, Sir Elias performed a high-level double casting, combining his wind and water magic in a dazzling display of elemental mastery.
The whirlwind twisted and expanded, shaping itself into intricate patterns that danced across the surface of the river with mesmerizing grace.
As Oasis watched in awe, Sir Elias's control over the elements was evident in every movement, his magic flowing with effortless precision.
The air crackled with energy as the whirlwind surged with power, a testament to Sir Elias's formidable skills as a mage.
With a final flourish, Sir Elias released his hold on the magic, allowing the whirlwind to dissipate with a soft sigh. The air grew still once more, the surface of the river returning to its calm, reflective state.
"That, young Oasis, is the beauty of wind and water magic," Sir Elias explained, his voice tinged with pride.
"It requires patience, focus, and a deep connection to the elements and a lot cultivation. With practice and dedication, you too can wield the magic of the elements with such mastery."
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