As the smoke cleared, Damon saw at once that the world was completely out of proportions. It wwas large and looming. Trees were immense towers. Ferns were huge trees. The grass was too tall suddenly. And he felt short and squat too. The prince looked at his hands and saw that they were puny paws, attached to short limbs, full of warts. Damon tried to run away in complete fright and only mastered a weird and unexpected jump, which made him land clumsily onto his side. And he saw that his belly was big and orange. He yelled for help that just came out as a big croak. This confirmed his fears. He now a toad! A toad! The indignity! He was a prince! Royalty! He could not be a toad! How was he going to warn his friends and crew? How could he return to his normal shape? What if he had to spend the rest of his life as a toad? The mere idea was terrifying!
Then the poor fat toad heard large sounds reverberating across the ground that frightened him. Damon saw impossibly large boots and gigantic hand pic him up. He came face-to-face with a bearded face with thick grey eyebrows and a sardonic smile.
"A prince, now a toad. A classic. But my spell worked," he smiled meanly.
Damon struggled uselessly. So HE was the reason for his predicament! But the warlock placed him in a jar with holes on the lid and started walking, Damon feeling the large bag of the evil man bouncing.
"Now let's take care of the rest of the newcomers," said the evil wizard.