Forgive me for writing a half-assed generic theme story which I think has the bare minimum to do with change. Whipped this up in an hour and a half so don't expect much - even the WC!
Title - get rekt
[spoiler]And it is I, who shall finally feel the taste of vengeance after years of tyranny and hardships forced upon my town. Years and years passed, forced into labour, we worked. We worked until our starving bodies could take no more. No more of this slavery. At that point, what could we do? We carried our frail bodies to wor—torture every single day, from one sunrise to another. Aside from this, we all know what loomed nearer every second we had to abide by this sadistic maniac.
Death.
Oh, the pain...
***
The sun rose, like a blooming flower, on the moment of our victory. The desert ground, hardened from the frequent beating of the sun, was now crimson red.
We won, but the moment we had all waited for wasn't over; and I had the honour to do it.
I lifted my sword above him and said to him:
"Is this what you wanted? The fall of an empire from its own slaves? We awaited this day and we shall have no mercy... I will smite down upon you with no mercy."
A sigh of relief went across the town as the tyranny was lifted. [/spoiler]