“Solomon’s memories I’m guessing?” Stolas spoke softly. It must be hard to be plagued with the memories of someone elses life. Especially if it started happening all so sudden. “I truly wish I could give you something to stop them to just let you rest. Although I don’t need to sleep much. I can only imagine how exhausted you must be..”
“You guessed it.” was all the teen could reply with, he was woken up not once nor twice, but thrice by the century old memories that he couldn’t fall asleep again. They were new memories yes, and although this wasn’t new, there was only so much a teenager like himself could tolerate. It’s one thing when he catches conversations the past King had with the other pillars, it’s another if he’s being tortured or has to see others being killed in front of him. Solomon may have been the wisest man alive, but was he ever truly happy?