As soon as you cleaved the head of the aspiring conqueror, you began feeling strange. Heartburn quickly sunk in, and then your entire body ached. As you writhe in pain on the ground, the villages back off, not sure what to think or how to help.
Though it kills just to open your eyes, you hold up your wrist. "The... Bracelet..." you say aloud, hearing your voice deepen and change into a roar with each syllable. As you stare at your hand, you notice your fingers are changing. Spiked claws are emerging from the tips, and hard red scales are coagulating all over. Finally the pain overtakes you, and you pass out.
When you awake, the pain is gone. You feel fantastic. Stronger than you ever have in your entire life. You're surrounded by the townspeople, who stare at you in fear. Also, they appear to have shrunk down, because they're only slightly taller than your... tail.
You launch yourself forward towards the spring in the plaza, desperate to get a look at your own reflection, but you knew your fate before you even reached the water. You could feel the wings on your back moving you. The feeling in your tail when it smashed against a building. The crushing stone when you landed. When you stare into the fountain, the very face of the dragon you had slain earlier was staring back at you. The cursed bracelet on your arm had grown with you.
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