The Medallion had come alive, its power regenerated. Bold was the creator of the Medallion, and aligned the magic it could controlled to work as fast or slow in accordance to the wish or need to the present owner.
Jared was as tall as most 13 year-old's, and he was his father's usual helper to manage their small farm and horse boarding operation. He was gutsy to help when there were horse or pony breeding sessions, and not afraid to get his hands dirty, or made sticky. His father was as a hero figure to Jared, he respected his dad for his intelligence as he did for the man being a true Dad.
As Jared worked along side his father, the man taught Jared well, and had great patience while teaching his son; this earned the respect Jared held for father; as whatever Dad asked done Jared did diligently. Although the earned wages from the farm were improving, it was his mother, she the farm operations bookkeeper who decided it was best to postpone with any investing, of buying breeding mares and/or a prime stallion to be the farm stud.
It was a Saturday, no school, and the fall seasonal prairie winds were gusty as the day was a bit on the chilly side of the barn thermometer.
"Brrr," Jared remarked at noting the temperature being 38* F, as he had donned on a fall weight jacket and still felt the cold. Whether it was a bit of laziness or what, but Jared had in his shirt pocket his lucky coin, as still unrealized of its ability to use magic for its present owner.
As Mildred, a rouge mare stood in her stall, and Tilda, a pony mare, were waiting for Jared to turn them loose into the corral, Jared saw then the woolen blankets piled together atop the wooden box used to store the dress harness used for the 4th of July parade. The blankets all had Velcro ties to bind and hold a blanket on a horse during winter weather. Jared saw the blanket and decided to grab one from the bottom of the pile, as likely it would still be cleaner than the others.
Jared remembered a small argument he taunted his dad about the blankets, as that made him smile. As proper, his dad put the blankets on the horses or ponies being boarded through fall and winter months. Jared asked him as why the blankets since the horses grew their own thicker body fur for weathering the cold. He knew the real reason as why to use the blankets, but suggested his dad used them to help keep the horses clean, as otherwise they would lie down in the corral winter mud. That fool idea got his dad angry, or until he saw Jared grin an evil smile.
Tilda was getting antsy, she wanted to get outside. Jared unfolded the horse blanket, as doubled it over the long way, bound it to hold that configuration so he could wrap it over his shoulders and across his back, Velcro binding it at his chest. No sooner he had donned on the blanket that he felt a warmth seemingly coming from his lucky coin.
Jared clipped a leather rein to the head halter on Tilda, and began to walk her toward the barn rear door leading to the corral, when he felt suddenly as if he had to puke. He hurried Tilda to the corral and let her trot inside when as he closed the corral gate, he puked his breakfast there on the ground.
Coughing, gagging still, Jared walked not a straight line back to the barn, though still had as his plan of taking Mildred to the corral to frolic with Tilda. The upset stomach gave him a headache and oddly a real growing pain in his groin, making him to think he had coming a bad case of diarrhea. Pains aches, or just plain hurting, Jared completed the task needed before he would tend to his own discomforts; a trait common to his father.
Jared entered again the barn and slid shut the rear doors to the outside corral. He thought to head for the house and the bathroom, but he did not want to wear into the house the old horse blanket he had strapped around as over his shoulders.
Try as he tried his fingers, hands, and arms seemed wholly uncoordinated to his want for removing the Velcro straps and drop off the horse blanket. He began to wriggle the blanket off, and as he did so, his jacket and shirt sleeve were pulled up his forearm a few inches.
"What, WHAT the heck," Jarred Yelped from both a sense of surprise and just plain stunned!"
There, where he knew should be his still summer tan on his forearm was then it changed to a deep, indigo black hue. Something was way wrong, and he felt sicker, almost feverish. As the horse blanket slid off from his shoulders and fell to the barn floor, so did Jared collapse onto the floor, he sprawled onto the horse blanket.
Moaning from his pains at varied places all over his body, head, groin, shoulders, arms, hands, and legs, Jarred rolled around while lying on the horse blanket. As first his jeans snap popped loose, and the zipper was as if pressured to unzip as well. Jarred felt his whole self was as of swelling, but as to why he had no notion as why?
As then his sight became blurred, his eye hurt, his head, heck his skull and jaw ached something awful.
"Why, why dear God in Heaven, what, what did I do was so wrong to deserve this..," Jarred moaned, and from somewhere he heard a voice, it was calling him by name.
"Master Jarred, my Master, it is I who calls to you, as I am the Spirit of the Medallion. I am your to command when you again shall become as other than a Morgan horse, a stallion, and the sire to many equines. As I had heard your complaint due to the seasonal chill, you donned on the blanket last used for Jasper, a black Morgan stallion.
You, shall become as your second self the identity and bodily likeness of that great stallion!"