You aren't sure what's worse-- having your head cut off, or suddenly finding out you're part hydra.

My head rolled across the ground. It was annoying. I heard through the grapevine that people were after me. There's no reason for someone to be after me, a bounty hunter messenger. You know the ones that post pictures of people and what they're worth? It's not my fault that you're being hunted. Blame the people who are after you. Don't shoot the messenger. Well, it was about time that I die. I achieved what I wanted in life. I slowly closed my eyes, feeling life leave my body.

Then my eyes opened again, and it was higher off the ground than usual. My body also felt more durable and stronger. It felt more Draconic in nature and someone spoke next to me. They sounded more fierce. "Who dare cut off my head? You shall burn for this." Hands cracked lightning, and they moved on their own to zap the executor.

It seemed like it's going to be a long day with new things and such.