Nate was much to himself that morning as those men working the animals did wonder. The excellent stallion had run off during the night but lucky were the mare's owners as both were mated in one long stand. Now in the morning a naked youth is found laying next to the mares, his maleness looking pasty and used.
Again Nate sat the humps of his boney camel till they approached the encampment of Shiek Alsonus. The arrival of his father to the Shiek's camp brought out music and dancers as a party was readied for the man of honor, ole' Dad!
Nate sat in his tent as the feast was for grown men and not young boys. After eating his supper the only thing left to do was lay about and toy with the possibilities of this Medallion of power.
The feasting and music was loud enough for those guards watching over the young lad to pay more attention to those dancers than the boy. Nate slipped for his tent and strolled between tents upon tents till he came to the edge of the Shiek's camp.
A boy's mind is a wonderful thing but a grownup's metal thought pattern knows only caution or fear. The scream of a guard and a lance hiting the ground near to Nate told him that he was suspected a thief.
No way was he going to be caught outside his tent. His Father would be humiliated and maybe lose face before the Shiek. Who might tell whether it be worry of his father's anger or those now rushing after him with thoughts to kill and ask questions maybe later.
Grabbing the Medallion Nate rubbed the silver to a bright powerful shine. "I'm in deep trouble, please make me fit in till this trouble passes away!" asked Nate not a care of what might be, but not wishing to be caught.
He stood there as the group of angry guards looked about and walking with swords drawn just passed him by without a look.
Nate then looked to the ground seeing his Medallion of powers wriggle into the moving sands. He turned and looked as it was gone and burried, "Oh well it was getting me in trouble anyway!" Nate thought to himself.
Suddenly a pair of strong and rough hands grabbed Nate's head and with angry words was dragging him off somewhere. Scared as all hell was after him Nate began to scream for his father. The more he screamed the rougher the man handled him till with a swinging action he tossed Nate's body over his shoulders to carry him off.
"Daaad Daaad!" Nate called out but even as he did the word seemed somehow wrong.
Then the man droped Nate onto his side in the dusty ground. A swift kick from the side of the rough man's boot sent Nate rolling over the ground. Angered and ready for a fight even with this monster tall man Nate screamed his feelings, "Baaaaa!"
"Baaa, Baa, Baa, Baaaaa!" said Nate as he looked around is sheepish feelings. A look closer to home found he was now a sheep and lucky yet a ram too.
At first he was rather pleased how the Medallion had made him fit in so very well. Then a shudder of fear as he wondered how long his Father might spend looking for him so he might regain his boyish self? Then he screamed a ragged Baa as the remembered thought of the Medallion being covered by shifting sands and if he might ever return to being a boy again?