The Fight for Independence

July 4, 1776 – Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Elara adjusted her colonial-era attire as she stepped out of the Time Pod, hidden deep within a wooded area near Philadelphia.

She could hear distant voices from the city—today was a turning point in history.

The Declaration of Independence would soon be signed, marking the birth of the United States.

But the Revisionists were here.

And they were determined to stop it.

"Chrono, status report."

**"Anomaly detected:

1. Revisionists attempting to prevent the signing of the Declaration.

2. Possible assassination of key figures."**

Elara's heart pounded.

If the signing didn't happen, the American Revolution could fail. The United States might never exist.

She had to ensure history remained intact.

The Target: Independence Hall

Elara made her way through the bustling streets of Philadelphia.

Men in tricorn hats and colonial coats spoke in hushed tones about freedom and war.

Horse-drawn carriages clattered over cobblestone streets, carrying influential figures to Independence Hall.

She recognized many of them—John Adams, Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson.

At this moment, history was being written.

But she also noticed something unusual.

A man in a long cloak, moving too precisely, his eyes scanning the crowd.

A Revisionist agent.

Elara followed him, keeping her distance.

He was heading straight for Independence Hall.

And he wasn't alone.

Sabotage in the Hall

Inside Independence Hall, the delegates were gathering.

The air was thick with tension and determination as they prepared to finalize the document that would change history.

Elara entered quietly, blending with the onlookers and assistants.

She scanned the room—and saw them.

Two Revisionist agents were positioning themselves near Thomas Jefferson and John Hancock.

One of them slipped a small vial from his coat.

Poison.

Elara's breath caught.

If they succeeded in silencing key figures, the Declaration might never be signed.

She had to act.

The Intervention

Elara moved swiftly.

Just as the agent tried to pour the poison into a goblet meant for Jefferson, she bumped into him hard, knocking the vial from his grip.

It shattered on the floor, its contents burning into the wood.

The agent whirled, eyes locking onto her.

He lunged.

Elara sidestepped, grabbing a nearby quill pen and jamming it into his wrist.

He cried out, dropping his hidden weapon.

The second agent drew a concealed blade, but before he could strike, Elara grabbed a candlestick and slammed it into his head.

Both men collapsed, stunned.

She quickly grabbed the vial shards and tossed them into the fireplace, erasing the evidence.

The delegates, too engrossed in their debates, had barely noticed the scuffle.

She had stopped the assassination—just in time.

The Declaration is Signed

Moments later, John Hancock took the pen and signed his name boldly at the bottom of the Declaration.

The room erupted in cheers.

Elara exhaled in relief.

History was safe.

As the delegates filed out, celebrating their momentous act, she slipped out of the hall.

The Revisionists had failed.

But they wouldn't stop.

"Chrono, scan for the next anomaly."

The device hummed. Then—

"New anomaly detected. Location: May 29, 1453. Mission: The Fall of Constantinople."

Elara's stomach tightened.

The Ottoman Empire was about to claim its greatest victory.

And the Revisionists were heading there next.

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