Crisis On Equestria: Choose your own Adventure.

The dragon stopped next to a rocky outcropping, there was that sudden urge again. Some unseen force pulling him along like a puppet on strings...only this time the strings seemed to have gotten tangled.

One pulled towards the small mountain village, the other the cave... The conflict of interest actually started making him nauseous. Thankfully however the sickening twisting inside his head came to a sudden, abrupt halt, with it came a voice "Walk through the town little young vengeance, walk through it for your purpose lies inside." 'Vengence?' the dragon pondered? Was that his name? It must be... although that is a strange thing to name a person... lizard.. thing. Perhaps the raspy voice was being metaphorical...it was apparently not done.

It continued in it's faded tone, "Take a stroll through this lovely settlement. Find were the guilty are sent, If they will not tell you, make them". Vengeance winced at the voices commanding tone. He didn't really know what the voice was getting at, but who was he to question it. People should listen to their conscience right?
"Wait, I'm a bit confused here... I mean... that sounds pretty awkward just walking into a-" The voice cut him off.
"If they question you simply state. 'I am the dawn of something new...'" Vengence stared blankly ahead before tying to open his mouth-
"If they try to detain you, FORCE your way through."
"Uh... alright then..." Apparently he was going to be judge dread now...wait, just who the fuck was judge dread! He let out a groan of frustration.

"Also know that if you choose to follow the path I have laid before you, I will never lead you astray from it." that was strangely reassuring...
Pretty much at a loss, vengeance- for lack of a better name- shrugged and began traveling towards the settlement in a state of causal bewilderment.

Another voice popped up causing the dragon to cease up and listen, for apparently he was incapable of tuning them out.
"Don't listen to that guy, I'm the little voice in your head, you can call me Insanity, Go to the cave instead of the town which will most likely help you, and keep you warm. I mean the cold hard stone of a cave instead of a warm cozy bed, who doesn't want that?" This voice was a lot more upbeat, less serious.

Vengeance glanced up at the cave, despite insanities clearly sarcastic jest he felt oddly compelled to do it's bidding, equally so in regards to the other voice. Then again he was already traveling towards the village, and that cave was uphill 'mmmm maybe later' he thought, deciding to head towards the town. In his vast non-existent experience he did recall that people tended to congregate, and where there was people there was food, comfort, maybe an inn, dead bodies- where did that come from? "Uh nevermind I'm beyond questioning shit at this point".

On the quiet outskirts of Yew, a young unicorn colt was fetching water from the well. He was the local blacksmiths apprentice, as such he often got lumped with crappy jobs nopony wanted to do, fetching water for example. To make things worse there was a hole in the bucket. It just made the whole thing more frustrating...

He signed, maybe he should've joined the army. There was certainly room for new recruits in these dire times, he felt like he just wasn't making a difference, he should be out there killing griffons and protecting his family from the- his head turned up as he took notice of the familiar sound of pebbles clinking off one another. There stood a monster the size of a large stallion.

It's eyes were a deep venomous green with slitted pupils, it's hind pitch black and it's claws razor sharp protrusions. It took less then a second for him to lose control of his bowls when the thing opened it's horrible mouth to reveal a predatory array of needlelike teeth. He screamed "DRAAAAAGON!!!! ahhhhhhhgon!!!! ahhh!!!!".

The dragon watched the colt run away howling in terror, cries of "DRAGON!!" following in his wake. Vengeance closed his mouth then dropped his claw back to earth in mild confusion. He was just going to ask direction to an inn... A sudden onset of nausea struck him, squeezing his eyes shut at the random burst of pain he remembered, he was to ask where they kept prisoners... The headache seemed to recede. well... that was strange, 'just another strange occurrence' he supposed.

And was that piss he smelt? There was a kind of scent trail leading up the hill, atop it were various huts. Obviously the outskirts of town, not wanting to invoke another headache he decided to just get it over with and head into town... not like he had a choice anyway. As he neared the top he became acutely aware of the hussle bussle of village life, there seemed to be a commotion.

Cresting the hill was a unique experience in that time seemed to stop, not just for the oblivious dragon. Over the small bump and in the middle of the square were gathered a group of ponies gathered around the latter mentioned colt. An older mare that vengeance could only assume to be his mother or grandmother stood trying to comfort him, or at least did before they made awkward eye contact.

Ponies and dragon alike stared like a deer caught in headlights, then simultaneously the situation erupted. Shrill shrieking from the mares and panicked shouts from the colts rang out like a knife embedding itself into the dragons forehead as body bodies flew every which way. "ow..."

Pretty soon the dusty marketplace was empty, everypony having retreated to safety and one very lost, very bewildered dragon standing in the center of it all. "..Ok then..." A quick glance around and he spotted a brown tail laid out behind a market stall selling oranges, he took a moment to admire the thatched roof cottage the stall was built in front of. Must belong to the mare cowering behind it's wares...'Ok' he thought to himself 'stalling for time isn't going to make this go away'.

He stood in front of the stall for a few seconds, somewhat at a loss as to which course of action to take. "Excuse me um... miss?" he went with the assumption that the pony hiding behind the stall was female, not that he was sexist or anything.

No reply. Bringing his head around the corner he found that the shivering body was indeed female, the mare was curled into a ball with her hooves covering her head. Perhaps thinking that staying still would protect her from a predator, that panicked trail of logic was profoundly stupid in engences opinion. "Um.. miss?" all he could see from the young mares face was the blue bonnet being hugged to the floor.

"Miss..." Nothing.

"Hey?" He raised his voice at the mare, but impossibly she became even stiller. The whole situation was starting to make him uncomfortable, he really didn't mean this mare any harm but he didn't have all day. Raising his arm he lightly jabbed the tip of his razor sharp claw at the space just next to her cutie mark. She seemed to jolt into life and bolted over the counter and around the corner at what could well qualify as record speed.

"HEY! Wait I-" Vengence stopped just in time to see a drop of blood drip from the talon. He stared at the crimson drop in fascination, he knew he should really be experiencing some kind of remorse or guilt at the little accident, but all he could feel was a strange apathy over the entire ordeal. 'It was just a light tap, how could it have sunk through so easily' "...god damn these are sharp", 'Note to self, keep away from eyes'. It then came to his attention that he might apparently be some kind of psychopath, filing away this little self discover for later processing he stuck his head over the stall, for now there were more pressing matters.

Namely the trio of equestrian soldiers coming into the marketplace.

Well what now?

Preemptive strike.
Try to reason with them.
Run away.

Feel free to suggest a unique plan of action.