31 The Fourth Day of Dreams Part 3 & The Cusp of the Fifth Day (1/2)
Leo and Solomon entered the palace. Black and White stripes lined the ceiling. Instead of the grand statues seen in Ahab's palace, intricate words were painted on the walls.
Knowledge. Understanding. Discernment.
These three words hung in the mind of Leo as he read them over and over from the walls. The walls repeated these three words. Over and over again.
Solomon rambled, but his words were so few and so heavy at times that Leo couldn't completely ignore them.
Solomon said, ”How do suppose the words of a wise man fare? Can they save a city from destruction?”
”I'd like to think so,” Leo said.
”Yes, the words of a wise man will save a city, but no one will remember him.”
Leo was silent.
”But still,” Solomon said, ”The city is worth saving. But what do you suppose a city is really?”
”People?”
”The essence of a city is the people, so yes that answer is satisfactory. But what about the heart of the city? What do the inhabitants of the city hold dear to their souls?”
”I don't know,” Leo said.
”Well I'll tell you,” Solomon said, ”It's the future of their children. If you save the children, you've saved the soul of the city. But... that's just my opinion.”
”I think it's a wonderful answer,” said Leo.
”But what of the adults?”
”What of the adults?”
Solomon stopped in front of a stair case and said, ”I still haven't figured out how to save the adults. When the catastrophe comes, I need to know how to save the adults.”
”What do you mean?” Leo said.
”A man of understanding such as yourself should understand by now what I mean, but don't let it get to you. Not everyone can be as wise as me. Once I get you to my level of wisdom, or close enough, you can help me figure out how to save the adults.”
Leo felt slight offense from Solomon's statement, but he couldn't refute the validity of his previous statement. Leo followed Solomon up the staircase; and upon reaching the top, Solomon pulled Leo by wrist down the hall and into a room with thousands of books, a small desk, servants dusting, and twenty book shelves ten meters high, with ladders at each bookshelf.
”Sit here,” Solomon said.
So, Leo sat.
Solomon moved about his private library with ease. Servants scuttled within the large library, that doubled as Solomon's reading room.
The ceiling.
Long stripes of Black and White painted the ceiling. I knew not how to interpret the stripes. Did they represent Solomon's psyche? Or did they represent something more sinister? Leo sat at the desk while Solomon lay a long piece of parchment on the ground.
Leo said, ”What's that?”
”Turn your chair and see,” Solomon said.
Solomon commanded the servants cleaning, to leave and gave orders to the last servant for no one to come in the room or even come close to it. He closed the curtains, snuffed the lights and cast a mix of fire and void magic upon the ceiling.
A green spark created a flame. The flame didn't illuminate the room, but it resonated with the parchment lying on the floor.
The green flame spread to the parchment and created a fiery image. The image was of a city being destroyed by a great fairy. Green light filled the entire room, and Solomon with a grave face said, ”Who told you those words?”
Leo was silent. The subsequent events stunned Leo, and he knew not how to answer the question posed by Solomon.
Solomon sighed.
He said, ”Actually, it might be more appropriate to say, 'Who drove you to say those words? Who put you in this state?'”
”I, I don't know what you mean,” Leo said.
”You still haven't figured it out?” Solomon said, ”It was me, your old friend Solomon!”
Leo's eyes opened wide when he realized that The Solomon before him morphed into the familiar old man from Little Vicious Village.
”It's been a while,” the old man said.
”Wait, if you're here, then, The dream is your doing? Wait, I'm confused.”
”Relax, This is all just a projection I created to communicate with you. Actually it's a message.”
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