The circumstances were now reaching a climatic conclusion as the search was apparently over now and a chase was on as Doc Prancer, who now called himself “the dark prince”, had come himself to Father Adams who was still running. However, there came a point when he just had to stop to catch his breath. He had no idea which part of the forest he was in and was surrounded by trees.

     “Psst! Over here, Father Adams!” Whispered a familiar voice. It was Tom and he ushered the Father into a thicket of forestry out of sight.

     “You don’t need to say a word. I know that Doc Prancers actually on our trail.” Whispered Tom. He was carrying a large flask inside his backpack containing baptised water and showed it to the Father.

     “Father Adams, I don’t know if this will be of any help, but it worked on me; I’m aware that Doc Prancer is much more stronger than all of us.” Father Adams had now composed himself.

     “That’s our only hope now. The rest is in God’s hands. Suddenly, Doc Prancer appeared before Tom and Father Adams. There was now enough light to get a clearer view of how he now appeared. Once again, he had morphed into a completely different being. In appearance, he was now built like a tank, entirely covered in reptilian scales from head to toe and around his head was a crest and a horn on his nose. Father Adams wasn’t sure whether to admire or despise him, for he had changed into some kind of dinosaur that walked on hind legs. In fact, there was nothing at all that was reminiscent of his former being.

     “What in heaven’s name have you become?” Asked Father Adams.

     “I don’t know myself, but I feel completely invincible. I can lift trees and run around the earth in a matter of a few hours. When I look up at the sky, I can see planets so out of range, that earth will never ever discover them.” As Doc Prancer spoke, Tom edged his way out of sight and undid his backpack and quietly brought out the large flask.