For those who are wondering: a drabble is an attempt to create a story in 100 words: no more, no less. This one is a reaction to a story that Eric A Burns wrote a lonnnnnng time back; I've never gotten around to doing more with it.
I looked down at the ruins of The Tower That Cornered The World. 200 years, and still it glowed through the surf.
"So..." I asked, shivering in August night, "...it wasn't true, was it? What they said in school, about how the Archmages ruled the world? What they did, to the old Americans; that was just propaganda that the New Republic put out, right?" Unspoken: I don't deserve to be hunted, right? Just because I'm too much of a mage?
Ed ground out his cigarette. "Naw. They really were that bad." He shrugged.
"But we got a ways to go."