Songs of Solomon Chapter 2: Weapons of Westholilar

"Don't touch it Yonell!" "Well Solea I'm sorry,but someone has got to do it!" "Sorry you say?" " Yonell this is the fifth time this week that you've put your nasty claws on my Soup!" "Do it again Yonell and I swear that I will cut them right off!" "Solea your just impossible!" "Oh well let me tell you-" "WILL BOTH OF YOU PLEASE BE QUIET," Zon hollered from his room with a roar. For the past 5 weeks Zon had awoken to the same stupid squabbling amongst his two apprentices. The fight was always over what seemed to be their lifes only concern, food. Fortunately they were as much trouble as they were worth. For they put the same level of energy that they had when bickering they put into making some of the most magnificent meals at Zons' restaurant. "Now you two listen here," Zon hollered, "you two will stop fighting right now! We have a special guest showing up to the restaurant today. He is a famous cook in this city, and I will not have his meal spoiled due to your little love spats." The two apprentices stopped their fighting between each other, and instead focused all of their rage toward Zon. It seemed as if when they were mad at Zon, that both their minds and voices became one. "Your an ass Zon! Humph!" And with those combined words the two apprentices stomped off into the kitchen to make the food preparations. Zon was left smiling to himself as he listened to the "I hate Zon" words flying even after the kitchen doors closed. Zon always knew how to push the buttons of his two apprentices. He also knew how to bring out the best in them. For the more angry they were at him, the better their food always tasted. That couldn't make Zon any happier.

"Another gloomy yet happy day in Westholilar," Zon said, as he entered his bathroom to get dressed. He opened up his closet and pulled out the same four piece suit that he always wore on special occasions. " Lucky suit, don't fail me now." He was about to put he suit on when the reflection in the mirror next to him caught his eye." He had gained some serious weight over the pass years. Whereas before his four legs were as solid as a rock, now they were beginning to get  fat and flabby. He had some serious arm muscles due to cooking training, but the stomach by his hind-legs had more fat than he would have preferred. As he squeezed into his suit he stopped and stood upright in front of the mirror. Zon was about  13 feet tall when you included his sharp and long hair. He toke pride in being one of the tallest let youngest business owners in the city. The ironic part about it was that his restaurant was the smallest one in the city. He was a dragotaur of many distinctions.

Out of his room and into the restaurant Zon strutted in with a glowing flare. "Welcome welcome all, to the best restaurant in the city, Zons'! I'm the host and owner of this groovy joint. So if you have any question, comments, or compliments, you already know where I'm at" Zon proceeded to strut around the restaurant some more just so everyone could see him. "Gosh Zon" said Tobamara as she entered Zons' restaurant, I can hear you from 50 glicks down the street." Tobamara was Zons' Childhood friends. Since he open this shop she was the first customer to walk into the restaurant and continue to be every morning after that. Zon always suspected it was due to his good looks, but he could never be sure. She seemed so light-hearted and cheerful with everyone that he could never really tell. "Zon you know you are the only person in here" she said with a chuckle, "well beside me of course."  " Oh I know," said Zon with a quick fire flare of the nostrils, " but I just love doing that. It adds a little flare to the air"  They looked at each other, smiled, and burst out laughing. Tobamara was a beautiful minataur from the inside out. Especially when she laughed. She was 9 feet tall with a long waterfall of hair cascading all the way down into her hooves. Her perfectly proportioned  figure only could be beaten out by her ever positive personality. She always saw the upside of things. "Well whatever your strut puts in the air, I think we should past it around. Everyone in the city seems to be on the edge of their hooves today." "And why is that?!" Zon was about to go on one of his rants about the cities poor attitude when Tobamara abruptly cut him off. "Zon they sent the weapons out today," Tobamara said quietly. That stopped Zon dead in his speech. A scary silence filled the room as the words resonated throughout the air. They sent the weapons out today. After a few minutes, Zon finally found the words to say. "They what" Zon said in disbelief? "They had too Zon," Tobamara choked out, the council commanded it. I was told not to tell you but I thought that you should since-" "No need to say anymore Mara," said Zon with a serious tone, "thanks for letting me know." As he said this Zon reopened his room door a pressed a silver button on the top ledge of the door. The big long table in the restaurant turn over to reveal a long and giant sized silver club. Zon quickly changed into his old training clothes and walked back out of his room with an air of resolve. "They will not do this," Zon said as he grabbed his club and headed for the door. "What are you going to do Zon?" Zon looked over to Tobamara to see tears flowing down her face. "Don't worry about me Mara, I'll be back. I just need to beat some sense into the councilmen who commanded this." "Zon please don't do anything crazy," Tobamara begged, "I don't want to see you lose everything you've worked so hard for. This place is a shining light to this city, and if you anger the councilmen they may not just take it out on you, but on your workers too. Solea and Yonell are good kids, and this is all they have. Are you sure you don't want to think about this? You know how vicious the council can be. Maybe if stop and think about this-" Zon turned around and looked at her with a dangerous glare, stopping her in mid-sentence. "When your hearts say something is wrong, their is only one thing to think about Mara. Making it right." And with that Zon stormed out of the restaurant and galloped towards the council chambers.

Zon slammed the door so hard that the door came off it's hinges. Yonell and Solea heard the loud door slam and hurried out of the kitchen. "What's the hell's going on out here" Yonell asked. " Yeah" followed Solea, "and where's Zon?" " There is no time to explain", Tobamara exclaimed. "Do you two love Zon?!" In the three years that Yonell and Solea had known Tobamara, they had never seen her this serious about anything. The two looked at each other nodded, and looked back to Tobamara with a Zon-like resolve. They did not need to know what was happening. By the demeanor of Tobamara they could tell that Zon, the dragotaur that saved them from the agony of the Westholilar prison, the dragotaur that gave them a chance when know one else would, the dragotaur that risked his life and reputation to provide a new life for them was in trouble. Without a trance of doubt in their eyes, the answer was clear. "Yes", they both replied. "Good," Tobamara said, "cause he could be getting himself into some big trouble, and he needs your help."  She reached into her pocket and pulled out a quill and paper started writing. She scribbled down the three sentences in bold and handed it to Solea. "Head west out of the city and across the underground pathway Zon told you about. It should lead you out into the beaches, just a mile from a village called Darakai. If you gallop about a mile north you will see a unique little house on a giant hill. Go there and give this to the Darakaian Spirit who leaves in that house. His name is Solomon. He will know what to do. Your the fasted centaur in this city. He is counting on you. "I'll get it there at all cost, confirmed Solea." She grabbed the letter and put the two long cutting knife she was using in the kitchen in the hoist on her belt. "I'm off," Solea said, and galloped out of the store knocking down the tables by the door on her way out. Once out Tobamara turned to Yonell, "Yonell, I need you to follow Zon without being seen. He is heading to the Council Chambers. If things get to crazy, you have to get him out of there." I figured that much" Yonell said his anger slowly rising. " I wish he had called me to come with him. He always handling things on his own. Damn it Zon!" And with that Yonell galloped off leaving Tobamara alone in the silent restaurant. Tobamara toke a deep breath and started putting the tables back where they belonged. As she put back the last knocked over table, she look up and screamed, ZON, YOU BETTER NOT GET YOURSELF KILLED. IF YOU DO, YOUR GOOD LOOKS WON'T BE ABLE TO GET ME TO COME BACK TO THIS DAMN RESTAURANT. I WILL NEVER EAT HERE AGAIN! "Um excuse me" came the voice of an old minotaur by the broken down door, "Is this Zons' Restaurant?" "Why yes it is," Tobamara replied, summoning the smile back on her face. "Welcome to Zons' Restaurant. The place with an air of flare. Will their be anyone else eating with you this morning?"

The Movement Continues...
- Rhetorical Artz