They were all sitting in jet black robes together with one in white. Her violet eyes swept over the map laying on the table. "The time has come," she stated, her voice ringing out like the clash of sword on sword.

They knew it was true, but it would come with a heavy price. Taking down the king and ending his reign of blood, was to wage war on the most powerful tyrant in all the seven kingdoms.

She lifted her face, staring at each of them. "May our survival be long."

"And may Dristan's death come swiftly," they echoed.

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Written February 13th, 2022 for Dystopian Drabbles hosted by the dystopianapocalypse profile.

Prompt: Write a drabble of 100 words about a dystopian world of your choice.

Word count: 100